Christmas — that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance — a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!... Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!"
Thanksgiving is the holiday of peace, the celebration of work and the simple life... a true folk-festival that speaks the poetry of the turn of the seasons, the beauty of seedtime and harvest, the ripe product of the year — and the deep, deep connection of all these things with God.
My new "cultivating" place is all I need to have the necessary time and space to cultivate my own inner garden.
A place to sit, think, read, nap, journal, and ponder. A few potted flowers and herbs...
...to live in harmony with the seasons, to continue embracing simplicity, to live abundantly while yet practicing elective frugality, and savoring frequent moments of grace.
If "gardens are a form of autobiography", as Sydney Eddison, of Horticulture magazine (August/September 1993) has stated, then I'm writing a new and adventurous chapter in my own personal autobiography.
If we are to thrive, we must bloom where we're planted, at this present moment.
Most of us have a place to live be it an apartment, condo, cabin, dorm, stand alone house, mobile home, or even a tree house! Having a place to live, however humble or small, showy or large, we should give thanks.
I've been blessed my whole life to call a variety of abodes, my home. In this I consider myself most fortunate - to have and enjoy a home - when there are legions who don't have even this needful comfort.
Gratitude. It all begins there. From gratitude flows abundance. One cannot have one without the other.
Prosperity without gratitude is empty, devoid of meaning or pleasure.
If you are so blessed as to have a home, cherish it, lavish it with order and cleanliness, bring in bouquets of flowers, herbs, blooming "weeds" from the meadow, the forest, the lot next door.
With this post I close one chapter and begin another. The Cottage has sold and I have a new home in a new State. My blog will still focus on living simply, abundantly, graciously, and frugally be it cooking, preserving, decorating, restoring, re-purposing, and recycling.