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| Come on in and sit a spell. |
Savor: property of a substance that can be identified by the senses. To take pleasure in. To enhance or enrich
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| December day in Missouri |
The last couple of weeks we’ve had some fabulous mild
weather and a lot of sunny days. It’s been warm enough in the middle of the day
to be outside in long sleeves. I turn off the heat until about an hour before sundown.
Temps drop quickly as the sun sets. Friday was one of those days where it was
in the upper 50’s, lots of sunshine—stiff breeze though, so a jacket was
necessary.
I savor these December days because I know our winter snow
usually hits us in January and February.
Today the scene was wonderful around the homestead. The
birds were gossiping around the feeders, horses frolicking and kicking their
heels in the pasture. Fed them some apples and got lots of soft nickers and
rumbles of appreciation. Me Sassy darlin’ gave me hugs—that’s her head over my
shoulder contentedly munching her apple and leaning on me. Apple kisses. J
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| Beautiful but ugh! |
I know come January I’ll be seeing more of this:
I think this year has taught me some lessons on savoring
life. The little moments that makes lasting memories. Sometimes we get so
caught up in chasing the big things we forget that it’s the little things that
really are important and add contentment to the soul.
This year I want to savor things. Let them soak into my
soul. I want to concentrate on those things that are important—good health,
family, and friends.
I would like to get rid of guilt. Instead of zeroing in on
all the things I can't do or should have done; I’m looking at what I have
accomplished. There will always be those things I can beat myself for not
doing. But what’s the point? All you can do is the best you can do on any given
day—that changes daily. Guilt tends to put me into the negative and
accomplishments move me into the positive—a much better place to be both
mentally and physically.
I’m also not beating myself up over my creative endeavors
either with the ranch or my writing. I used to be able to sit down and write
and the words just flowed—thousands at a time. In the last eighteen months
there have been days I’m lucky to be able to verbally string together a
sentence or two without stuttering. My body has been warring against an
invasion and it’s wrapped up in that function and not extras. Writing is hit
and miss. I might write two days in a row and skip three. I might write well
for a half hour or an hour before the words stop. I’ve decided to stop
comparing myself of today to what I was able to do two years ago. That was
then, this is now. It will change again, but until it does I’m celebrating what
I can do.
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| Welcoming the sunrise with the wind in my hair |
For me, this is the year of savoring. Of tasting life. I’m taking pleasure in
the sunshine, the wind in my hair, watching the antics of my animals at play.
Watching my garden grow. Seeing another sunrise.
- What are you going to savor this year?
