It’s the small
things that are really the big things BEcause those little bits of Life are my
very favourite.
The feel of clean
sheets after a warm shower on a night when sleep is beckoning.
How quiet the
morning is when most everything is still dark and asleep. Except for me, of
course!!
The ticking of the
clock whose sound I have come to love… the sound of Time measured and yet gone
as soon as I count it.
How Gracie stands
on the ottoman, BEhind me here, where I write, when she is thinking it’s time I
focus on HER and breks.
It’s the small
things that are really the big things BEcause such things, often unnoticed, are
precisely and exactly what make Life so enchanting.
Little faces
bringing me “mail” one afternoon. As I open the envelope they hold their breath
and I discover cut-out people from magazines.
The tough and
stuffy people who go all mushy and soft when Gracie turns her love on them.
All the paper paper paper PAPER
I have held onto moved and made room for that is Now out and ready to BE recycled.
The space of BEautimous emptiness it leaves BEhind.
Time to putter and
make new choices, always keeping in mind that Less is what I prefer.
I love you, Currie
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