Can extract sunshine from a cloudy day!

Join the great company of those who make the barren places of life fruitful with kindness. Carry a vision of heaven in your hearts, and you shall make your name,your college, the world, correspond to that vision. Your success and happiness lie within you. External conditions are the accidents of life, its outer wrappings. The great, enduring realities are love and service. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulty. ~ Helen Keller
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Thursday, January 2, 2014

Grace And Miracles ( my two words for 2014 )

Consider starting a "Grace and Miracles" journal and write down whenever love, grace and miracles show up on your path. It happens more than you know. ~ Illuminating Souls
1:53 pm, 1, 1- 2014 
 eyes closed, I sit amidst the languid celebrating whooshing' rustle of tree leaves quiet with the preternatural afternoon silence of nature. 
I love silence. I hate babble. Silence is a way of saying : We do not have to entertain each other. We are OK as we are. Me and my trees.

2nd day of 2014 3:19 pm 

My books and such in front of me but I am not ready. In a moment, perhaps. Right now it is the breeze from outside that sways my mind..slow and makes me think of the sea.. low winds rippling the sea of wheat...I must start I a moment..meanwhile my cerebral floats free..I mentally chase butterflies. 
3rd day of January 2014 - Early in the morning. "Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
January mornings are orchestral! Everything is cool: Light in its softest penetrates through walls and windows as it steals through trees and leaves across pavement and grass. Life becomes velvet. Soft and comforting. Gossamer. Even the breakfast pancakes feel like cashmere. "Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
And right now what's on my mind...

Let me tell you, it feels I'm taking one step into the world. A new world. Different from yesterday, from an hour ago, from a minute ago. A world where I am in my own true skin: free, brave, notorious in my passion, plucky with wisdom and audacious in endeavours. 

 Last night I was standing in the middle of my kitchen when all of a sudden, a diaphanous joy coursed through me. It wasn't a rampant faith on sparkles, but a thin satin shimmer that felt light on the skin, good, calm, reassuring. In my mind my little pink cells chattered, "this year is your year of authenticity! Go on, be flowery, be brave, dress in your poetry!" 

There is no tentativeness to this thought. 

Maybe I've come of age finally. Like a classic wine corked, hibernated and shelved for its proper year, could it be that I too am' sweet, ripe and pleasurable for the becoming moment of pouring? Could it be that finally I can relax and trust in the aged goodness of my being? It sure feels so.  

Grace and Miracles. 


  1. Grace and Miracle! I love it! feels light and fluffy, gentle and nurturing. Happy New Year Roselle! May your words carry you throughout the year.

  2. What a lovely, positive life affirming, self affirming blog, Roselle. It's always a joy being here. I love reading what you write.
    Luv ya's, Prism!

  3. It comes from filling your mind with beautiful things and thoughts.

  4. Marilyn wrote: "It comes from filling your mind with beautiful things and thoughts."

    I suppose ridding your nose of congestion doesn't hurt either.

    You see, I've been catching up on your posts. I didn't know you had put something up earlier this year. Then again, I haven't been the best blog friend recently. It's great to see you back on the air, though.

    To add to Foam's point, many of us feel kinda jaded at times. It is refreshing to see someone who is looking at the positive side of things. Optimism isn't for the weak.

    Oh, and congratulations to your eldest for graduating. I'm sure the younger will do just fine. I also don't think I've seen a picture of your husband before either. Glad to see his presence in our little corner of cyberspace.


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