On such a #BeautifulSunday, I choose nature for so many reasons. The softest of whispers. The gentle breeze. The sudden stillness of my heart. The sweetest dreams are made from days like this, as I am tenderly caressed by life.
Cascading petunias I planted, sitting on my front porch.
You speak of love like you were twins, love and you, to make the world beautiful, coloring it with your nature. The flames ignite by your words, a sublime piece of poetry for my ears. The words blowing in by the gentle breeze.
I choose to focus on the positive things in my life rather than the negative. Some days, it is a little more challenging than others, but, I have to say that there is always something we can be grateful for.
Purposely popping with color, a shoutout to the color of life!
― Jiddu Krishnamurti
I can reach out and touch its beauty
Nature at my fingertips. Now that is a #SublimeSunday right there. I know that this is a big part of my happy. There is just something about the quiet beauty of nature. It surrounds me, the splendor, the majesty - the newness of it all. When the sun rises, it calls for me to start all over again, another day. I breathe it all in.
Earlier today, there was a discussion. It was something that I am very well-versed in and I was right about it. Not being arrogant, it is just something that is in my field of dreams. Being right doesn't make me happy, but, then again, if you are happy, does it matter who is right? No need to stress.
Guess what? Remember those eggs under my evergreen tree? The dozen duck eggs? They hatched when I wasn't looking. I couldn't see it happening any other way. They did the duck walk without the benefit of a camera following them. The interesting thing is that there were only five. I was really glad that I spotted them swimming and didn't have to worry if a predator found them.
I want to thank for hosting #BeautifulSunday, where you share your day in a post and also
for #SublimeSunday, where any random post will do. I do random! I love my
and he likes eclectic. A match made in heaven.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot