For weeks now, I have been writing in a new blog - mywordwall.
It is a Wordpress blog and one that is easier to use and friendlier for those who visit. When I started this blog, I was a complete newbie and did not know what to do or write about. So, I tired to fill this one with all sorts of stuff - family, kids, photos, religion, etc. - until I found this place to be a little too cluttered and unmanageable for me.
I started mywordwall and was happier with the results. I have become more certain about what I wanted to do and write about and how I'd present things. Needless to say, I enjoy that project of mine a lot. I like the look of that place much better too. I think that you too will once you pay it a visit.
So with this, let me invite you to hop over to MYWORDWALL and have fun with me.
First things first, thank you to the folks in Tina's Picstory for the nice words they have for my flower entries last week. I got so busy with things at home that I did not even know about the vote results until Sandra of Letters of Muse gave me notice.
I do not like Barberry bushes. They are thorny. I have been poked by their sharp thorns too many times that I am wary of them.
One day, while I was out in the yard, I noticed that their overgrown branches extending to our little path and, excuse me, making a nuisance of themselves again. I made a mental note to have them trimmed as soon as I had the time. Then I noticed how the sun shone on their leaves and made the latter glow. And then I noticed the little yellow things arranged neatly in a row on the branches. How pretty those little golden nuggets were as they caught the sunshine. For the moment, I forgot about the thorns, drew closer to the bush, and admired the yellow delights.
More than the flower, I suppose it was the joy of unexpectedly finding something beautiful in something I always thought of as a nuisance that made the difference. It brought to mind that time from long ago when I was a young and harassed lawyer.
One morning, as I was walking to the bus stop to catch a ride to work, my head clouded with all things that needed to be done and with the tedium of the day, I saw a young mother with a little girl in her arms. Somehow, I looked at them and caught the girl's eye. I was about to look away when she gave me a bright bright smile. I did not know what that smile had, but it brought sunshine into my very soul and lifted the gloom shrouding me. I walked with a little more spring on my steps. My mind opened in prayer of thanks and joy.
I suppose that is where the magic of an unexpected beauty lies: it is a gift from God, an assurance of His love all around.
So today, I pray that you be blessed with beauty from unexpected places and delight in it.
Have a great day.
P.S. The overgrown Barberry branches still need to go though. I am linking again with my favorite Friday place . And I hope that I post the trackback properly this time.
Peace of soul comes to those with the right kind of anxiety about attaining perfect happiness, which is God. A soul has anxiety because it final and eternal state is not yet decided, it is still and always at the crossroads of life. This fundamental anxiety cannot be cured by a surrender to passions and instincts; the basic cause of our anxiety is a restlessness within time that comes because we are made for eternity.
If there were anywhere on earth a resting place other than God, we may be very sure that the human soul in its long history would have found it before this. ~ Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen