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Morning Few 23

Morning Dew 23

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Yesterday was tough.
Today was better.
Tomorrow will be fantastic!

Learning to be thankful
in all circumstances
is quite a challenge,
but the end result
is the sweet reward
of enlightenment.

Seeing the world
through ‘thankful eyes’
changes one’s perspective.
Even negative circumstances
can be a blessing in disguise.

Therefore,
I am thankful for life,
and the gift of nature,
even the Morning Dew.

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Contents written: April 12 2019
Image source: Digital Art by Moylom Art Studio
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Short Stories

Who knew getting dirty could feel so good?

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“I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end”

Haha, I love that line!
Falling in love is a beautiful thing – – even if it is with dirt! Loving and appreciating nature and knowing it so intimately is, in my opinion, the way our Creator intended for us to be one with the gifts He so meticulously designed for us to cherish, care for and ultimately enjoy!

Have a great day in the dirt as we welcome Spring ^_^

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ORIGINALLY POSTED ON:

https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2015/04/26/get-dirty/

GET DIRTY

I’m going to be dirty today.

As a kid, Mama often met me on the back stoop as I came in from playing outside. With a broom in her hand she’d have me slowly turn in a circle while she brushed dirt from my blue jeans. She wasn’t against sweeping my bare legs either if I happened to be wearing shorts.

“Don’t bring that mess in this house.” She’d say. “Did you plan to get dirty?”

Well no. I hadn’t planned to. I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end.

I remembered that this morning as I thought about where to plant some things in the yard. I still love dirt. Not potting soil in shiny garden-center bags. I don’t care for the sterile smell of plastic and perlite. I love real dirt. Earth.

One of the finest smells of spring is that first whiff of good clean soil. Sealed in by…

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Contents compiled: April 26 2015  |  Copyright 2015  Moylom Enterprises


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The Fog

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It rolled in three days ago,

Burning off by day,

Then descending again at night.

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It thickens with each passing hour,

As if to slowly wrap its arms around us —

Making its presence felt.

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Fog horns signal in the distance

And my young one imitates the sound

As I teach her of its importance to the ships at sea.

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I love living near the ocean;

It brings back lovely memories of my childhood —

Memories I wish surfaced more often.

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And to think I tried desperately to get a home elsewhere,

But the deal fell through.

Hmm…

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God works in mysterious ways!

I am in awe of HIS mighty wisdom.

I am so glad HE loves me — even through the Fog.

 

*Originally published May 2015


Contents written: May 13 2015  |  Edited: May 17 2015 |  Copyright ©  2015 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry

Kissed by the rain…

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The rain came pouring down
Kissing the Earth passionately
As only mother nature knows how.

Then from the ground
Rose vapors upward to the sky
As if to thank the heavens
For their release.

I too was kissed by the rain
It caught me by surprise — I gasped!
So I shall also raise my hands upwards
In sweet surrender, as my vapors rise.


Contents written: July 1 2016
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