Simple: A meditation
A scone on a china plate. A fire in the fireplace, or a fan, lazy in the window. Sheets on the clothesline in the yard. A notebook and a smooth flowing ink pen. A stack of library books yet to be read. The scent of Downy fresh laundry. Kids laughing in the other room. Sitting in church on the hard pew in the spare white sanctuary. The music of a single instrument; piano or oboe, cello or native flute. An a cappella choir. Family and history. Holding hands. My children’s voices on the phone. Belly laughs and inside jokes. Quotes from books or movies shared with secret smiles.
We resist the simple truths. Not “father knows best”, but “you will miss him when he’s gone”.
Love one another. Respect others; their beliefs and their belongings. Be true to your word. Be true. Be on time. Don’t be afraid to love. Don’t hold grudges – forgive others as you would be forgiven. Forgive. Listen more than you speak. Take the time. Put your heart and soul into what matters most to you.