Sunday, December 28, 2008

Pink, Pinker, Pinkest

Who would stand before a blackboard, and pray the principle of mathematics to solve the problem?...we shall avail ourselves of the blessings we have, and thus be fitted to receive more.
Gratitude is much more than a verbal expression of thanks.  Action expresses more gratitude than speech.         from "Science and Health" by Mary Baker Eddy.
These pink beauties are from my mother's garden.  She left them behind, and they celebrate her love of color, beauty, solitude, and cheerful, wide-open flower faces.  One of Mom's sayings was, "Actions speak louder than words."  Which annoyed me over and over again, and which has proven its truth over and over again.

On these longest nights, with a toasty fire, ginger cookies, and the bedroom rug balled up in the dining room by rambunctious dogs, I feel gratitude well up within.  Not just for the comforts, the humor, the season, but I am deeply grateful for this Life: for insight, for finding the writings of Mary Baker Eddy, for this urge to know Spirit within my own self.

...and I just read this from MBE:  "Prayer cannot change the unalterable Truth, nor can prayer alone give us an understanding of Truth; but prayer, coupled with a fervent habitual desire to know and do the will of God, will bring us into all Truth.  Such a desire has little need of audible expression.  It is best expressed in thought and in life." 

So.  For tonight, with Mom's flowers blooming in late autumn light, I allow gratitude to sweep into and over and through all that is known to me.  

And I love you.



Annie said...

What a peace-filled post you have gifted us with. And the lovely spring explosion of pink in the midst of our winter is such a pick-me-up.

I really enjoyed your recent comment on my blog and especially your reference to brothers as termites. I now have a new joke I can play on my 6'2" termite of a brother. It will be fun driving him crazy with that one for a while until I take pity and tell him where I got it. LOL

And oh the delight you must have felt as little Annie sang Silent Night. I got a little chill just thinking about it and how I felt at one time long ago with similar experiences.

Sorrow said...

It is so precious when they leave not only wisdom, but color behind as well.
With a moment of love for you
and your mother

laughingwolf said...

exquisite blooms, thank you :D

laughingwolf said...

happy new year to you and yours :D

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