We are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.
After nearly three months of deconstructing the flooring, adding new 18″ tile, new carpet in three rooms, new bathroom counter top and painting the hallways, we created a new refreshing home where the sun radiates warmth from East to West. In the midst of this chaos we took time to gaze upon a moment, to show gratefulness for this opportunity of construction, to smile and give thanks for being here at this time, at this place, with these people we love. A simple delight like a butterfly examining my hand refreshes our souls and creates an energy that can uplift each of us in special ways. For this I am thankful.
For creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through LOVE. C.Sagan
Walking in the fields on North Base with our Lucy dog offers us a tiny speck of the immensity of our earth, that often looks so flat. The skies are criss-crossed on clear winter days with contrails from the jets, and for that we are filled with gratitude that we stand where we do and see God’s beauty through space. A tiny dandelion grows in the middle of the jogging path, the only flower to be found in a sea of grasses. When do I ever say thanks for that bright yellow weed, except on a winter’s day? Gracias
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere. C.Sagan
Perhaps this is where Frodo may have lived? Behind “tiny doors” who can tell. Look around, you might be amazed to find a tiny door opening your mind to the world. Kansha (Japanese)
Most of the people I deal with are human, so I’ve had a lot of experience with that. C. Sagan
One cold windy day not long ago I played golf in The Trails Club Championship with my friends. It was so cold we laughed at ourselves for being out there. When we reminded each other that a truly blustery north wind would soon arrive we played even faster which caused even more laughter, because my tight warm winter pants began to stretch and slide down my hips. The faster we played, the faster I found myself hiking my now very loose fitting pants before I could take a step, before I could swing, before I could putt, before I could step out of the bunker I had to jump up and hike up my pants. Now that is not a lady like way to play golf, but oh so funny. We laughed so hard that day that we paid very little attention to the stress of a club championship.
Being only human on this tiny speck of dust, standing with my pants gathering around my ankles I never worried about my swing, or hurting my back. On that day I won the Club Championship at age 70. We all cheered with laughter for finishing the round before the bitter winds swept through, and I turned my eyes to heaven and said thank you. In my heart I gave thanks to my parents who worked so hard to raise the woman I am today. Daily I give thanks to all of the people who are a part of my life. S’gi (Cherokee)
Look at that dot. ‘ That’s home. That’s us…every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. C.Sagan
It is the sunbeam I appreciate from day to day. Even when I cannot see it, I know it is there.
“Go raibh maith agat” Irish for “May you have goodness.”