As we become curators of our own contentment on the Simple Abundance path…we learn to savor the small with a grateful heart.
Sarah Ban Breathnach
If you have been a Daily reader for any length of time you know that I save various things that have some meaning to me. Today I dipped into the files and picked a few to share with you.
One of the greatest secrets to lifelong happiness in my mind is our ability to appreciate the simple things, all it takes is stopping the race long enough to see and hear what is around us. Here is a poem that says it better.
Simple things are lovely things.
Rain, dropping from the eaves,
Is molten silver streaming down,
Upon the fallen leaves.
The thick, gray mantle of the fog,
Hides everything from view.
Footsteps make a hollow sound,
When they’re unseen by you.
The echo of a horse’s hoof,
Upon the cobblestone,
Beats like a strange, erratic pulse,
Within my heart alone.
A quiet hour on the sand,
When all the tide is out,
Brings with it something deeper,
Than I care to talk about.
Shafts of sunlight through the trees,
That grow upon a hill,
The first green shoots above the ground,
Though winter lingers still.
Simple things are lovely things,
We need no wealth to share.
The monotone of nature’s soul
…That whispers everywhere!
Grace E. Easley
I have often shared with you my belief that we have nothing more valuable in our lives than the friends we make and appreciate. Just think what the world would be like if we put as much effort into friend building as we put into enemy hating. Here is something worth our embracing.
Imagine, for a moment, that peace befell the land,
that all of humankind reached out and held each other’s hand.
Imagine, for an instant, the touch of skin to skin
proved so powerful a feeling every nation felt like kin.
Imagine, for a second, love possessed the honest soul
of each citizen on the planet and the world was truly whole.
Imagine, for a heartbeat, how quickly hatred would dissolve
and compassion rise up gallantly with blazing-strong resolve.
Imagine, in your lifetime, this chain of hope began
and the link at its inception was your firm, extended hand.
A lady came to the hospital to visit a friend. She had not been in a hospital for several years and felt uneasy, not knowing about all the new technology. A technician followed her onto the elevator, wheeling a large, intimidating looking machine with tubes and wires and dials.
“Boy, would I hate to be hooked up to that thing,” she said.
“So would I,” replied the technician. “It’s a floor-cleaning machine.”
A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.
Q: I’m two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
Q: How will I know if my vomiting is morning sickness or the flu?
A: If it’s the flu, you’ll get better.
Q: The more pregnant I get, the more often strangers smile at me. Why?
A: ‘Cause you’re fatter than they are.
Q: What’s the difference between a nine-month pregnant woman and a supermodel?
A: Nothing (if the pregnant woman’s husband knows what’s good for him).
Q: My childbirth instructor says it’s not pain I’ll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.
Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby’s diaper very quickly.
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kid is in college.
Everybody lies, but it doesn’t matter, since nobody listens.
A city slicker stopped his large, expensive car on a country road and looked about in confusion. He noticed a young farm hand leaning on a fence and called to him, “Hey, you know how far it is to Shrewsbury?”
The farm hand thought about it and said, “Don’t know.”
“Well then, do you know the best way to get there?”
Again, the farm hand thought a bit and said, “Don’t know.”
“Look, can you just tell me where the nearest gas station is so I can pick up a map?”
“‘Fraid I don’t know that either.”
Frustrated, the man in the car snapped, “You don’t know much do you?”
To which the farm hand replied, “I’m not lost.”
Life is cheap. It’s the accessories that kill you.
Harry had just reached his 175th birthday last week. Surrounded by reporters, he was asked, “Excuse me, sir, but how did you come to live to be 175?”
Harry answered, “It was easy. I just never argue with anyone.”
The reporter shot back, “That’s crazy. It had to be something else –diet, meditation, or *something*. Just not arguing won’t keep you alive for 175 years!”
The old fella stared hard at the reporter for several seconds.
Then he shrugged. “Hmmm. Maybe you’re right.”
“Love yourself — accept yourself — forgive yourself — and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.”
Dr. Leonardo Buscaglia
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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