unwrapped

each morning, when i unwrap the small everyday gifts, i wonder if people have had enough of it; if i have had enough of it.
maybe.

maybe now i have finally learned how to live in the moment, to receive the day as the only one the force made for me, so i pause and cherish and celebrate.

the farmer is away and i get asked to tend to the crops.  at first, i was tempted to whine, which i never really do.  bwahahaha!  but of course, i did not.  tasks like these are what i love taking, volunteering for.

i had the garden all to myself, both the fruits and the fruits of our labour were my experience for the day.  i saw myself walking the green path, as i always do when i am there, but this time, i did with full purpose and meaning, savouring the moment!  celebrating!  thanksgiving!

the tomatoes will soon wither, after days of plenty.  the string beans patch has been cleared, letting the soil breathe and the seeds pop, for the next season.

i look at the harvest table, and it was filling up!  crowding up!  my life is just so packed, crammed teeming with gifts!  bwahahaha!  and that is but the right perspective!  is it not?

after the solitude, i took my bag and headed for home, where another celebration waited.  this time, the harvest of laughter, good stories and best memories of good old days, that only time-worn friendships can yield and bring in. . .

this morning, as in every morning, i wake up and i need to be reminded to remember.  i think that is why the gifts and mercies are new every morning and why we were told to pray only for our daily bread, and not for bread to last a lifetime.  and believe it or not, i am grateful that i do not have that perspective to ask for a dose big enough to last more than a day, at least most times.

thank you!  for making me live each day to the fullest!  ilysm, i know you know it!  ♥ ♥ ♥