Thankful {things I love} Thursday ...

for my ears

*

the sound of rain

Last night's rain made for a happy garden this morning.

"Your story is everything you have seen,  done, and lived

up to this point.

You're the only one with your story

and your distinct point of view.

And I believe your space,

your home, should reflect all the unique and beautiful facets

of what makes you, well, you"

~Rebecca Atwood~ 

for my eyes

*

looking through some of the weeks beach walk treasures

"The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,

it can lie down like silk breathing

or toss havoc shoreward;

it can give gifts

or withhold all;

it can rise, ebb, froth

like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely.

As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you"

~Mary Oliver~

for my mouth

*

jam making

blueberry

and

peach

"Slow down.

Savor your blessings.

Give thanks for the harvest of life"

for my soul

*

yesterday it was National Dog Day

which of course, in our home, is *everyday*

Love this sweet soul more than words could ever describe.

He savors every moment of every day!

"The dog puts his cheek against mine

and makes small, expressive sounds.

And when I'm awake, or awake enough

he turns upside down, his four paws in the air

and his eyes dark and fervent.

"Tell me you love me", he says.

"Tell me again".

Could there ever be a sweeter arrangement?

Over and over

he gets to ask.

I get to tell"

~Mary Oliver~ 

"Consider soulmates

to also be

in the form of

friends and animals

the wind, the tides

the planets

pieces of art

and the moon.

Great love

lives everywhere"

~Victoria Erickson~ 

for my hands

*

painting some of the beautiful stones picked up on lake walks

sitting in a basket just waiting for the muse to speak ... 

this one was smooth on one side and rigid and bumpy on the other

& became a wild pony like the ones seen and loved in England. 

"I know artists whose medium is life itself

and who express the inexpressible without a brush, pencil, chisel or guitar.

They neither paint nor dance.

Their medium is Being.

Whatever their hand touches has increased life ...

They are the artists of being alive"

~Frederick Franck~ 

for my feet

*

go barefoot!

taking off my sandals and digging my toes into the warm sand

walking along the lake ~bliss~ 

"Follow, follow the sun

and which way the wind blows

when the day is done

breathe, breathe in the air

set your intentions

dreams with care

tomorrow's a new day for everyone,

a brand new moon, a brand new sun"

~Xavier Rudd~ 

~happy Thursday~

d xo