“If I had a remembrance book, I would surely write about the day we came to Plum Creek, and first saw the house in the ground.” – Laura Ingalls
I thought that perhaps you would enjoy a look back to some of my past writing snippets. So I am penning this on-going weekly post with the words from the beloved Laura Ingalls as these are surely remembered and placed for safe-keeping in my journal.
*These posts may include a picture or two from the past that may or may not be related. I hope you enjoy these snippets!
"When she carried out the dishwater to throw it far from the house, she saw Pa looking at the oats. They were growing thick and tall, gray-green and smoothly rippling in the wind. The corn was growing lustily, too. Its long, yellow-green, fluttering leaves almost hid the broken sod. In the garden the cucumber vines were reaching out, their crawling tips uncurling beyond patches of spreading big leaves. The rows of peas and beans were rounding up, the carrot rows were feathery green and the beets were thrusting up long, dark leaves on red stems. The ground-cherries were already small bushes. Through the wild grasses the chickens were scattered, chasing the insects to eat.
All this was satisfaction enough for an ordinary day..."
Here, Laura once again blows me away with her descriptive words. Just read that word for word again and take it in...it reads like a good meal or cool drink when thirsty. How many times do we just glaze over a passage...
BUT! That is not all...read the last line..."All this was satisfaction enough for an ordinary day..." Satisfaction enough? Do you find satisfaction in these gentle things that are of the everyday? I know many of you do or you would not read my blog. That is where I want to take you in the words I write. I want you to see this in my blogs as well...taking the time to see the ordinary and to find it so satisfying that you long for it day after day.
Sure there are times when we have a hankering for a bit more and that is fine and most often healthy, but it is when we let ourselves wander lust too long that it gets us into trouble. Frankly, I find so much joy and fulfillment in the everyday that it is not very often I ever have to pull back from discontenting thought processes. The one who penned the words, "stop and smell the roses" must have been there...coming off of a ride that did not satisfy and truly shared those words with the truth to which I share with you now...
Take the time to stop and smell the roses...and whatever you can lay your other four senses on.