beauty
Snow on the Mountain flowers- Summer’s back is broken
Living Joyfully
Let us come alive to the splendor that is all around us and see the beauty in ordinary things. – Thomas Merton
The smell wafting from the oven roused me from my book as I quickly looked at the kitchen timer. The bread was done. As I lifted the pan out of the oven a fresh wisp of bread steam hit my face. Creating and baking things has always been a passion of mine. In my opinion elegance comes from simplicity. Like the old saying goes, “simplicity is elegance.”
As the loaf came out I popped on the kettle for my favorite ginger tea. I have come to enjoy tea more and more.
Since I had been in the kitchen most of the day a nice walk was just what I needed. So, stepping gingerly outside I began walking through the grass.The sun blazed over my arms and shoulders thankfully I wore a hat. My camo hunters hat… I don’t hunt.
As I reached the field I saw a group of wildflowers nestled in bunches of white and mustard colors. The flowers are in a beautiful bouquet on my kitchen table.
For dinner, I baked a spaghetti squash with marinara sauce inside. Like a vegetarian spaghetti of sorts, though I am in no means a vegetarian.
As I sip hot tea now, I contemplate on the beauty of a day lived in simplicity.
Thank God, he is so charitable to give us this life abundant with everything we need.
Well friends, thats all for now. Let’s live boldy this beautiful life.
Magnificent27
Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish
My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.
The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.
I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.
Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a
So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.
Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.
Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.
So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams,
I step boldly into my day.
God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!
Magnificient27
The Howl
“A fox came out on a chilly night he prayed for the moon to give him light for he’d many a mile to go that night…”
That popped into my head as I heard the coyote’s haunting chorus of rage and joy at the moon. It seems like the coyotes are in love with the moon. They never leave her. Every night when she appears they howl at her, their joys and woes. It’s a truly beautifully simple relationship.
Quiet Muddy Thoughts with Dapples of Sunshine
Hello all, today is labor day. When the entire town is shut down save for the bar downtown. The bar, Pinky’s, is a watering hole for farmers to go and commiserate about failed crops or broken down tractors. Passing on my walk this morning I saw a flock of old pickups parked outside. Circling the block I came to one of my favorite houses, a simple small white house with a small porch and two bright blue chairs. Next, is the mechanic’s shop with a bunch of old Humvees and trucks parked haphazardly outside. I walk the next block in silence as I wonder if the rental I had my eye on is still available. There’ s a sunshine in this little town, it keeps its head above water and everyone helps everyone. The beauty of a small community is that you’re never alone.
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