And so gratitude grows up like a rose among the thorns.
This is all there is.
This one rose.
This one sunlit window seat.
This one painted mug filled with steaming coffee.
This one warm moment to savour.
Look around and all is barbed and spiny.
The light does not reach, the heat does not penetrate.
The coffee grows cold.
The pottery is brittle and will one day break.
This one rose, this one moment, is not enough.
But turn back, and this is all there is.
This one precious moment is all
there
is.
This one fragrant rose still grows up,
Beautiful among thorns.
Starting the Joy Dare today - choosing to notice and catalogue the "one thousand gifts" that surround me every day.
1 -My bubbly daughter preparing for her school talent show today.
2 - This ruby red couch and warm wood that make a spot that is home.
3 - Preparing delicious and nourishing food to feed my mitochondria today! :-)
Grateful for this moment too. Enjoy Joy Dare and feeding the mitochondria today! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Joanna, I will! :-)
ReplyDeleteThis came up yesterday in a sponsored link on facebook - I guess they really are monitoring all our 'content' on there!!
ReplyDelete“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
Pretty good.
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ReplyDeleteRachel: The picture of the Rose among the throns has a very powerful message. Is this a public picture that anyone can use. Can I have your permission to use this picture?
ReplyDeleteEven though life has it's thorns, it is part of God's plan to stir us into our destiny, HIS PERFECT PLAN. . . GOD'S WAYS ARE NOT OUR WAYS. . .
I LOVE IT. . .
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
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Mary Gonzalez