From my darling daughter! It’ the secret of life! (Taken with instagram)
My dad loved unicorns. Maybe because they were one of a kind. Maybe because they were mythical. Maybe because he loved unicorns. Today I was walking with my dear friend Lyn and, as usual, we had a multitude of subjects to talk about. Anything from solving the issues of space travel to dealing with our own lives. As we were ending the walk, Lyn said to me, “You know Susie, I always think of our life like a tapestry. God sees the front of it as a work of beauty. But we only see the back, as a series of knots. The knots all have to rely to each other, (where the knots are events in our lives, or people or problems or directions our life are taking). All of these knots create a work of beauty, if we choose to see them that way.”
She is such a wise soul. She teaches me so much, and stretches my thoughts. I count on my weekly walks to restore my soul, correct my path and remember to choose to see the good that life has to offer.
So, when I think of a tapestry, the famous unicorn tapestry that my dad loved comes to mind. The colors are rich. There are were a lot of knots on the back side, that are were needed to create the work of art. And like me, it is one of a kind.
Waste your money and you’re out of money.
But waste your time and you’ve lost part of your life.
But waste your time and you’ve lost part of your life.
“
| — | ~Michael Leboeuf |
The whole path is seldom clear but the next step usually is.
“
| — | From the April 1 reading of The Forward Day by Day |
I love these narcisis. Every year they bloom in the middle of a field tucked away in the back of the farm. There must have been an old house that once stood there, but I can’t find any pictures of it. The only remnants are these wonderful flowers. They have a lovely smell, so delicate. Today is our anniversary, and I know that these flowers have been blooming for the last 35 years. I don’t know who planted them, but I know that I have enjoyed them every sping for the last 35 years.
When our kids were little, I use to take them back to pick the flowers every spring. There is a small pond back there near this flower patch, and we use to be sure that Winnie the Pooh lived back there, you know, in the hundred acre woods…we would have Pooh sightings and occasionally, we could swear that Tigger was back there too. Funny how these simple spring flowers can bring back memories of old houses, Pooh, and darling children that have grown up to be amazing adults.
I was walking down the beach looking for shells, and came upon this sign. I was so surprised that I walked back to get my husband so he could read it too ;) (Taken with instagram)
