Thursday, July 4, 2013

Loving the Small Things; Thoughts on Mortality While Making Jam

While making jam in the kitchen of our old adobe house this morning, a thought occurred to me: When I am gone, will anyone ever know just how happy I was with my life? 

The small things give me joy:

a dog underfoot, following me from room to room

the feeling of my bare feet on the cool tile floors this warm July morning

the smell of the sweet apricots I am cutting up

And then a few deeper thoughts:

the fact that we rescued that little dog, who might otherwise have died alone and unwanted

that we have shelter inside these thick mud walls when so many are homeless and struggling around the world

that we have abundant food, all because we were born in the right place and at the right time

and that we have our health and the ability to find the joy in these small things.

Not such small things, now that I think about it. 


Sylvia K said...

Ah, Clare, I totally agree with you and I do feel the same way!! I think we are both blessed and doubly blessed because we recognize it and appreciate it!! Beautiful thoughts for a lovely holiday!! Wishing you and your family all the good things, always! Thanks for sharing!!

Jean (aka Auntie Bucksnort) said...

Beautiful thoughts. And what a beautiful color!

Paula said...

A grateful spirit is always a good thing.

Joyful said...

So true, Clair. So true. May you continue to enjoy all the many blessings of your life. Hugs.xx

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

A happy spirit finds joy in the small things (that aren't really so small after all)...