Sunday, January 25, 2015

Quiet Reflection Sunday- gracious words

Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing 
to the bones.

Proverbs 16:24

First I want to say, the photos above
were not taken looking out my window. Bummer. Oh well I like the snow.

I used this quote today because sometimes it is very hard to be
gracious. I tend to be cynical.
Lately there have been a few people
in my life who have challenged my
ability to be gracious. Nicely put
right? You know what I mean, people
you want to tell off.

It is truly hard to be nice, especially
lately. Especially when people , say something, do something and even omit doing something. I don't say
mean things in response to someone
else's action, but I go away thinking
about them. Well at least for this week, I'm going to try and wish them the best. Ugh. 

Hope you all have a pleasant week 
and that you are treated graciously.

Sunday, January 11, 2015


May the stars
carry your sadness away,
May the flowers
fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever
wipe away your tears,
And above all,
may silence make you strong.

Chief Dan George

Good Sunday morning to you all.
Hope you all made special memories
this past holiday season.

January is a reflective time of year
for me. A quiet time for listening in.
A time for the stillness of nature as
it rests, that is until a clipper arrives.

I do not set goals or make elaborate
plans, instead I make a priorities map.
I take a large sheet of paper and 
randomly write my priorities.
ex: spirituality, family, artist etc..
Throughout the month, as I reflect,
I will write under the headings things I may want to do to move along my path.

It is not a path of change, such as I will loose 50 pounds, but rather adding quality to my life, as defined
by me.

Is there something you would like 
to do this year that would add to 
the quality of your life? Please share,
I enjoy reading what others are doing.

Have a good week! Keep warm!
For those of you in warm climates,
I could use your sun.


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