Dear bitty garden,
It’s a good day to watercolor acorns and watch mums as they come in. It’s a very fine day for humming to the rhythm of lovely and counting minutes and graces. Always is.
Oh so otherworldly flights of fancy soar my heart above and beyond mundane at this time, between the hours of 6am to 9am. If I really fine-tune the minutes, I’d have to say it peaks at most wonderful for about 60 magical ones that I am granted effortlessly. The rest I take by force, valiantly. But there is a better way.
I’d like to remain there, please, if I may, today, tomorrow and every day thereafter and every second in between. I’ve been on my knees pleading that I may be made all the more unseen, but “It’s of no use,” said the sun and the stars and all that makes lowly look up.
Living a simpler life has made me all the more vigilant of my quiet and calm world. It’s so very precious, a gift. The cyber world I also live in for a huge part of my day, this too must be calm, simple and simpler.
Indeed, He hears your heart, little one.
The better way, surrendered.
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.