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| I am longing for a simple life with a little garden with aromatic herbs, homemade cinnamon rolls and bunches of lavender hanged from the kitchen´s ceiling A well-tended orchard, marmalade jars lined up in a dark larder and the roses rustle in the gentle breeze of the morning Unpaired cups and shabby furniture, old books on the chairs, a woolen shawl to keep my back warm and sleepy cats on a striped cushion Lovely napkins and little bouquets of wild flowers I am longing for a simple, quiet and industrious life with time to bury my hands in the earth, time to pray and time to work Time to contemplate undulating fields around the house, time to cultivate silence and be helpful Time to move gently through my days time to write letters and spread the joy Time to unfold my spirit without being in a hurry time to make meaningful pauses and seeing the grass growing I am not having that kind of existence for the time being, but I can see glimpses of it here and there regardless my current style of life. I am recreating its essence with the materials I have right now, right here. And through that recreation I am discovering that the life I am longing for is not a static vignette of a perfect life that must be imitated, it´s rather a state of mind that must be acknowledged Nevertheless, I am sure this mood will attract what is missing, don´t you think so? |
7.9.12
DAY 319
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Yes, I agree. Sometimes, visualization or visualizing about that kind of a life takes us one step closer to creating that life, and I also feel good by reveling in that kind of a mood.
I agree too. you're right it's rather a state of mind. paradise is inside us. I know, I've been there. hell too. I also been there. because of it I don't trust myself as I used to, but I remember I had paradise in the little things and I grow stronger.
sweet dreams my friend. xxo
zena you are so right, but like you i also aim for a simpler life... sweet dreams
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