I am a long time admirer of “morning shine”, and never so more than now, when it falls on a field of snow . These mornings, when snow is on the rabbit patch, are few and far between- and so when I went out for wood, I braved the icy trek to the quiet field behind the oldest barn. I did question my decision several times along the way. The air seemed brittle and likely to shatter. The ice made every step a challenge to stay upright, but when I saw the field covered in snow, and the morning shine on it, I was not sorry. I was looking at a field of diamonds-and nothing less. I felt like I was at church and that it was a holy day.
I did gather some wood eventually and made it back to the old and cold farmhouse. I have never been good at starting a fire, but this morning I had a softly burning fire in good time. The pipes did not freeze last night, so I put a pot of beans on. The animals seemed on the brink of starvation, so I fed them and sat down to remember the morning shine on the quiet field.
It wasn’t long before the beans started simmering. The animals, content with full stomachs, gathered to sleep by the warmth and I settled by the morning table under an electric heated throw that Tres and Kelsey had given me. My coffee is in an adorable china cup that Miss Alethia, Jo Dees’ mom gave me . I am surely in a lovely place at this moment.
If someone had told me in my youth that sitting in a chilly farmhouse while a pot of beans simmered on the stove would be a lovely moment in my later life, surely I would have sunk in despair. This was not what I imagined in youth, to be a joyful moment. I think we spend our youth gathering tokens, of sorts. As we go along, we discard, til at last we understand ourselves enough to know what we truly value. Those things, we cling to and hold fast. In this way, we are born slowly and our authenticity is revealed in our very deliberate lives.
I can not feel sorry, that for now I am on a humble rabbit patch. I stood in morning shine by a field today and it did not seem like a tragedy. . . or a lesser life.
Beautiful post and the appreciation of the field of diamonds… I also loved what you said about:
“As we go along, we discard, til at last we understand ourselves enough to know what we truly value. Those things, we cling to and hold fast. In this way, we are born slowly and our authenticity is revealed in our very deliberate lives.” This is so true!
I think sitting in a chilly farmhouse with a pot of simmering beans is an amazing way to spend life. I am also sitting in a chilly farmhouse with a cup of hot tea in a cup from a friend.
Your entire post fills me with contentment. It is a wonderful thing to see the morning shine with air so cold it could shatter.
Life is so good. I thank you for the reminder.
We certainly do find enjoyment/contentment in more simple things as we age. I loved that being in the snow covered field also made you feel like you were in church! Nature is where I get my religion.
Would you really have felt despair in your youth to realise what you find joyful now ?? deep in my heart I don’t think you would ~ I think you would have realised even at a tender age that home would always be where your heart remained. Part of my childish self always appreciated time and space to breath ~ to be alone in the middle of nowhere (apart form my dog obviously LOL) a treasure I still hold close today, a child’s dream and a lady’s of a certain age dream echo through the passages of time in my life x
I guess I did always know that home meant everything, but I did have different dreams-to live in a big city, to accomplish some place of loftiness-Well I did-just looks different than I imagined-no big city life for me-and I tired of parties many years ago. Thank you -I think we love the same things,
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Love this! It really touched me this morning. Love you!
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thank you-I hope your day has a lot of shine!
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Beautiful post and the appreciation of the field of diamonds… I also loved what you said about:
“As we go along, we discard, til at last we understand ourselves enough to know what we truly value. Those things, we cling to and hold fast. In this way, we are born slowly and our authenticity is revealed in our very deliberate lives.” This is so true!
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thank you Amira-such lovely thoughts always in your comments. you are a bright spot for me
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Beautiful! Love this!
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Thank you Melissa! xoxox
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A trek worthwhile…a wonderful way to start a morning!
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it was worthwhile in more ways than one! thank you!
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I think sitting in a chilly farmhouse with a pot of simmering beans is an amazing way to spend life. I am also sitting in a chilly farmhouse with a cup of hot tea in a cup from a friend.
Your entire post fills me with contentment. It is a wonderful thing to see the morning shine with air so cold it could shatter.
Life is so good. I thank you for the reminder.
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Wonderful! 🙂
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thank you!
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Beautiful words that ring so true. Your description of the snowy field and your home just sound so perfect. 😊
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thank you so much. what a sweet comment-If I could post a heart sticker for you, I would add it!
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You are welcome ❤
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The simple things in life make life quite wonderful as you age. Peace and serenity. The glistening diamonds of sun on snow are fantastic.
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they are and as it turns out simplicity is extrordinary! thank you so much!
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Be careful, love you
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We certainly do find enjoyment/contentment in more simple things as we age. I loved that being in the snow covered field also made you feel like you were in church! Nature is where I get my religion.
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me too-it is the most genuine truth! thank you so much for reading and leaving me a sweet thought!
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Would you really have felt despair in your youth to realise what you find joyful now ?? deep in my heart I don’t think you would ~ I think you would have realised even at a tender age that home would always be where your heart remained. Part of my childish self always appreciated time and space to breath ~ to be alone in the middle of nowhere (apart form my dog obviously LOL) a treasure I still hold close today, a child’s dream and a lady’s of a certain age dream echo through the passages of time in my life x
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I guess I did always know that home meant everything, but I did have different dreams-to live in a big city, to accomplish some place of loftiness-Well I did-just looks different than I imagined-no big city life for me-and I tired of parties many years ago. Thank you -I think we love the same things,
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Perhaps that is what dreams are ..to show us what we think we want and then gives us the things we need
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maybe so-just the act of dreaming helps us I think! I still dream now-I know you do too. xoxox thank you always
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Fabulous description of the field being like diamonds. Simple pleasures are usually the best, I agree.
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