And so gratitude grows up like a rose among the thorns.
This is all there is.
This one rose.
This one sunlit window seat.
This one painted mug filled with steaming coffee.
This one warm moment to savour.
Look around and all is barbed and spiny.
The light does not reach, the heat does not penetrate.
The coffee grows cold.
The pottery is brittle and will one day break.
This one rose, this one moment, is not enough.
But turn back, and this is all there is.
This one precious moment is all
This one fragrant rose still grows up,
Beautiful among thorns.
Starting the Joy Dare today - choosing to notice and catalogue the "one thousand gifts" that surround me every day.
1 -My bubbly daughter preparing for her school talent show today.
2 - This ruby red couch and warm wood that make a spot that is home.
3 - Preparing delicious and nourishing food to feed my mitochondria today! :-)