thirty-one days

2013/14 series: thirty-one days of celebrating ordinary

It is all around us, like weeds in a field. 
The daily, the rote, the oh yes this again.
Life lived through the motions... the ordinary.

I need to slow down... for that is when I realize that the ordinary is what makes us, and without it we'd be nothing.  Some days I forget that this life I'm living is not a string of days blocking my way to the weekend, but a string of days He has fashioned just for me.  Mostly,  those days are messy... shoes piled by the couch, dishes in the sink, a heart that beats both elated and aching for the very same girl.   But the messy doesn't end at the weekend... and I shouldn't begin there.  He made seven days... and if He made them, I should dance through them. 

Oh God, help me see... that the ordinary should be celebrated.  I want to look beyond the piles and see adventure and time spent laughing over dinner... that a basket of laundry could be more than just dirt from a week of living, and a field of weeds just might be a field of fairy flowers instead...

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2012 series: thirty-one days of beauty seeking

The days slur together and it is tomorrow before I find the beauty of today.
I am out of practice. I forget to seek the beauty in the everyday… and I miss it desperately. It is somehow necessary for my soul, this beauty seeking, and my heart aches to reclaim it. Simply recognizing a moment is sometimes enough… but when I document it with words or capture it in motion, the beauty seeps right into my soul, and fills my heart. 
The way he knew to lean into me, and the love that filled me. The perfect shade of purple. The way her hair flips out from under her haphazardly tied bandana. Clouds that seems filled with liquid gold...
Beautiful bits come in all shapes and sizes, and this month, my goal is to return to the seeking... every day.

day five: beauty of...fog
day six: beauty is...
day eight: humble beauty
day eleven: beauty is...
day seventeen: beauty in reaching out
day eighteen: beauty in a tribute
day nineteen: beauty in rest
day twenty & twenty-on : beauty in marching on
day twenty-two: beauty & the beast
day twenty-three: beauty in what i see
day twenty-four: beauty in... making due
day twenty-five: beautiful anticipation
day twenty-six: a beautiful legacy
day twenty-seven: footsteps in beauty
day twenty-eight: beautiful friendship
day twenty-nine: beauty is...home
day thirty-one: beauty along the way

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