Step into my morning, where the beauty of the story that unfolded before my eyes, carried me away to that special place. Every day, at the break of dawn, I can wander these meadows and find a new song to the day.
Overhead, the pines reach out to touch the trees across the way, intersecting their branches, filtering the streaming sunlight in inspirational patterns. The morning is perfect if you get out early, it is best to dash out once morning has broken.
I hit the pause button to give me just enough time to catch up, breathe in a bit of the joy in my soul, and, enjoy the beauty that surrounds me as I walk through the endless field of flowers. I can hear the laughter somewhere in the background and feel the sun on my face. Life is good. Sometimes, it even feels better than that.
Some of my loveliest memories surround the blooming of flowers.
When the flowers of the field and garden lift their bright faces to you, can you call them by name and greet them as old acquaintances? Or, having passed them a hundred times, are they still strangers to you? Lenore Elizabeth Mulets.
This golden drop of sunshine, spilling its persuasive beauty into the world, begging the attention of people. I bend down and whisper into the wind, thanking her for the beauty.
Paradise is a place of contentment, but it is not necessarily a land of luxury and idleness. Today, I embrace the beauty of life through the eyes of the morning, because, perception is everything. Having your own mental impression of things defines how you see things, and it really doesn't matter what the truth is, your truth as you believe it, is the reality. Peaceful, yes?
It is always a joy to see people together, taking a family walk or ride, living their best life in front of their children. Set aside time for the family, whoever they are to you. Make some new little family traditions, kids and adults look forward to them. A family tradition that we have fun with? Singing Christmas Carols in the neighborhood! How about you?
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
This post is dedicated to #WednesdayWalk with 
rules guidelines! Thank you for joining me today as I walked through the meadows and out to the field of horses. As always, there were many a flower to color my world. #alwaysaflower Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do. As always, keep on singing that song!! And just like that, this post is over. From beginning to end, I'll do it again, probably tomorrow. Thank you for stopping by and saying hello, leaving your words behind.
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot