Lets have another day of looking less deeply, shall we, as we think about a book or poem that has spoken to us, returning to our thoughts every so often to remind us of something within we have, need, or have forgotten that keeps our feet moving on the path before us:
This is not a book we enjoy for the sake of enjoyment. I may or may not read Pride and Prejudice on rainy days every autumn (Bojana knows I will not be broken from this strange addiction), but that’s because I love the three volume novel “will she, won’t she” of love (probably because I feel like one of those tortured heroines that until the last 10 pages we aren’t sure will actually get their beau)… Not because it speaks to my soul.
Hind’s Feet in High Places (Hannah Hurnard) reminds me that Sorrow and Despair may be my constant companions in the journey I am on in life but they always keep me from stumbling even when I don’t know where the next step is before me.
My birthday twin’s book is “Oh The Places You’ll Go” by Dr Seuss.
So what is it that speaks to you year after year, season after season?
At the end of the day, don’t forget to share your gratitude with others, whether you choose to come back and comment here, to write your thoughts in a journal, to send your feelings to a friend or loved one, or to create change in your world to pursue fulfillment and contentment, think back on the prompt and build in yourself gratitude for the blessings that have been showered upon you!
Come back tomorrow for more gratitude mindfulness.
the kintsukuroi life 
thanks for the day
may they rip
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As you spoke of Dr. Seuss, I smiled. He brings me sunshine and I adore reading him out loud. “ Oh, the Places You”ll go” is only one. “Bartholomew and the Oobleck” is another. I have never read one that doesn’t bring a smile to my soul and face. It’s not just the words, it’s the rhythm. They have to be read out loud.
The other books I have decided to keep over the years are the letters between Vincent Van Gough and his brother, Theo. A rareness in any family. Theo supported him his entire life. Never felt taken advantage of. They loved one another. Even after death, which was soon after, Theo’s wife had him buried next to his brother. Now weird but true. There is an ivy growing over the two sites holding them together. The ivy stops at the edge. Looks like a comfy bed. This is the way people should treat one another. Lots of love and caring. 🌹
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The above is by Joan 🌹
Don’t know why it came up anon.
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