Thankful Thursday
Oh how wonderful...
How divine...
Slow paced morning.
A load of kitchen whites, and the aprons next..now they await me when "I" feel like it.
I might hang on the line ...or not....
Oh the delight in this cadence this time of rest. Where activity meets grace.
Where duty is kept reasonable and every moment experienced and treasured.
That is my day thus far.
Loading the dishwasher as I do...
Scubbing the sink for the pleasure of it and letting it sit to bleach out un hurried.
Even sat still and watched a half an hour of stupid TV.
Of course that was about as much as I wanted to take.
Not my cup of tea ya know.
so meandering through my home Laundry was gently (on my self) sorted and readied for the turns to come.
"Wait your turn if I choose"
I feels healing and good, right and holy.
The song over my head was loving and it has escaped me.
Resting and restoring my strength today.
What a wonderful privilege.
Dash has his 8th birthday soon.
Tinkering with ideas.
He desires a trophy.
shopping list completed.
We do end month budget wrap up tomorrow night.
I so hope we held in the goal.
Only got one egg...
The girls have these dung that look like ill formed eggs perhaps white on one part. I am somewhat concerned about them.
How divine...
Slow paced morning.
A load of kitchen whites, and the aprons next..now they await me when "I" feel like it.
I might hang on the line ...or not....
Oh the delight in this cadence this time of rest. Where activity meets grace.
Where duty is kept reasonable and every moment experienced and treasured.
That is my day thus far.
Loading the dishwasher as I do...
Scubbing the sink for the pleasure of it and letting it sit to bleach out un hurried.
Even sat still and watched a half an hour of stupid TV.
Of course that was about as much as I wanted to take.
Not my cup of tea ya know.
so meandering through my home Laundry was gently (on my self) sorted and readied for the turns to come.
"Wait your turn if I choose"
I feels healing and good, right and holy.
The song over my head was loving and it has escaped me.
Resting and restoring my strength today.
What a wonderful privilege.
Dash has his 8th birthday soon.
Tinkering with ideas.
He desires a trophy.
shopping list completed.
We do end month budget wrap up tomorrow night.
I so hope we held in the goal.
Only got one egg...
The girls have these dung that look like ill formed eggs perhaps white on one part. I am somewhat concerned about them.
3 comments:
Fabulous poem! Well done. :~D
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO enjoyed our visit today.!!!!!!!!!!! I will get around tomorrow and read some of the posts that I have missed..........
HuGS
Beautiful poem, love you.
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