Life comes to us in pieces, words, images, moments…gathered fragments that make it a whole charming, wonderful event.
Some moments are sharp, hitting tender spots, and others are gentle, with a blurry focus, easy memories that caress our heart.
In my younger youth, I would have laughed at the thought of someone saying age brings clarity. My unstoppable, tenacious forward thinking irrepressible achievement building youth.
What blissful times
Now that I look back, weren’t they all?
What you don’t know isn’t visible to the eye. Age brings clarity, a sharper focus in the present, but hazier as if looking through a snowstorm when I look back.
And a word to describe the blank pages of the future year? Those crisp, clean fresh new days so full of opportunity?
Gentle, that’s my word.
Not for the year, but for today, this moment, this morning.
As in be gentle with things, be kind, thoughtful, think long, speak slowly after a pause and not in reaction.
Easy to say, harder to do.
Be gentle towards…
Hearts, love, thoughts, hopes.
Keep envisioning, and keep hoping.
The fragility of life, the knowledge that we are all stronger than we think, more resilient, determined, and yet weaker than we thought possible at the wrong times will always be there as part of life.
The word gentle comes and rests lightly on my heart, soft as a cat jumping into my lap, it’s undecided, fluttering, restless it doesn’t stay for any longer time than a snowflake melted against your skin is whole. But it leaves an indentation, a good feeling, a smile that lingers around my mouth.
I can’t assume to pick a word for the year, so I will only pick a word for the moment, and watch as it changes, moves, drifts like the winter snow that moves from place to place, gathering in corners and piling up.
Life is too changeable to stick with one word. Too frail to hold up that weight, so I may choose many.
And now my word is forward, as in move forward, look forward, feel as if life is moving forward…tomorrow ?
With gentle hope for a wonderful new year for all of us, Jen @ The Light Laughed
How I almost quit blogging
If you’re an email subscriber you already know part of the backstory about why I almost quit blogging last month…the expense of renewing hosting is high but so worth it to those of us who embrace word press sites, renewal with my current host was not affordable now that the Canadian dollar is so low.
I had decided my best option was to quit…. but at the very last minute, while I leaving my FB blogging groups I chanced upon a post from someone saying another hosting company was offering incentive deals on hosting.
I signed up for them, but there was a glitch, I needed to reduce the size of my files and ended up deleting a lot of old posts.
It was worth it because I’m covered for the next 3 years, and now RURAL magazine has its own grownup website. Find it at http://www.ruralmag.com. There will be news and links to previous issues on the site.
We’re in the middle of putting together the Winter Love issue of RURAL magazine, it’s going to be gorgeous… filled with lush visual beauty, and descriptive written words. We’re finding our route, marking our trail, building a place to house beautiful moments that we can share with you. Join the many others and subscribe now to get the next issue of RURAL magazine in your inbox as soon as it’s published.
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