Welcome to my Long Life of glorious Littleness

Sometimes I think we worry too much. That our lives are too small and won’t amount to much. When they already have mounted up.  And the weight of my life in gold would be too heavy to carry anyway. If we worry too much we will forget how glorious our little lives are. 

Ithink it is ok to have a lovely little life, with small movements and everyday things. 

Just because our lives are little does not make them any less brilliant or colourful or dramatic or worthy. 

Nobody knows me but you. I have no books in print or on coffee tables. Or art hanging in galleries, and names in lights.  Though once I almost did. 

I have weeds in my dried up garden.  And clothes still hanging on the line from yesterday.  You might have dishes in the sink from last night and problems with leaks, but that does not make you or I any less clever.  Or good.  Or golden.

Sometimes we are just a little cow, with no particular place to go. 

Sometimes we confuse toothpicks with cigars.

And only have one or maybe two friends, who we forget to appreciate.

Sometimes a wee pat on the shoulder is all we will feel that day.  Just a little pat.

And then the night time comes and still nothing much has happened, but we are all fed, and we are all warm and we have seen moments of true beauty in our little day, if our eyes are open.  And there is more to come. 

I am so glad you are in my glorious little life with me.  Because little is loaded with consequence and reward. Every chook step leads us to another one. Then another step and another. This is why you and I like to walk barefoot. Then we can feel the consequences of our steps.  We can discover the sparkling  jewels in our days. Wake up! No sleeping on your little feet. Our little lives need living. Our little lives are good.

Good morning.   Have a lovely little day!

 celi

91 responses to “Welcome to my Long Life of glorious Littleness”

  1. Always good to be reminded, and therefore remember, its
    all about the little things. I always loved “The Little Engine That
    Could.” Have a wonderful day embracing all that makes you
    smile !!!

  2. I shared some of your words (in quotes, with attribution. and a link to your post) on my Facebook page–I wanted to share your loveliness.

  3. Oh and the pictures are so touching–every single one of them. Bobby Blanc, and loving hands petting the cat and the Shush sisters. Ton with stick, the rooster positively glowing. You have a rich life, Cecilia, and you are enriching so many many others’ lives as well–and I don’t mean merely your readers.

  4. BEL’OCCHIO means the beautiful eye. Seeing beauty in the small, ordinary things. Each day I read your post and think – you must be the richest woman I know. Virginia

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