peaceful
a.,
having or
marked by peace, peaceable
Desiderata
is stuck to a wall in my room. When I wake each morning, I look up to see its
glorious truth and beauty.
Different sections might jump out depending on what
is happening in my life and the world around me, but no matter the
circumstance, I am sure to find solace in the words written there.
Today a
dear friend of mine told me that she loves how I am always so openly thankful
and aware of the things and people I have in my life.
It warmed my heart (as
well as made me blush) that she found this such an endearing quality,
especially since she is definitely someone I am a better person for knowing.
But she
made a point to make sure I knew that all the people, opportunities, blessings
and love that we each have in our lives, are a result of what we give out to
the world.
What we strive to provide without an inkling to receive in return,
results in that which surrounds us.
And it may not be an exact replica of that
effort but it is made and given with no less energy or attention.
The
passage of Desiderata that is most prominent to me for the time being speaks in
volumes I cannot explain.
It brings me comfort yet inspires strength.
It has
brought an unending smile to my dial, butterflies to my stomach, a yen for messy
(or scruffy) hair.
It gives me hope that although I am small, I can make a
difference; that actually, we can all make a difference.
And it
makes great distances seem like a walk in the park on a sunny afternoon.
Sometimes
life is what happens when it just happens & you can’t help but be freakin
majorly excited about it.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with
yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the
trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the
universe is unfolding as it should.
HIGH
FIVES & BIG LOVE X
