Death made me fall in love with an ordinary life.
Death can teach us many things that we can view as good or bad.
Death made me fall in love with my children's laughter.
Death made me long for days sitting in the summer grass staring up at the clouds daydreaming.
Death opened my eyes to life.
Not to the rush and the hustle and bustle and trying to be somebody but just regular, ordinary life.
Butterflies on the breeze.
My children bringing me dandelions in an old jar.
My dogs ears flapping in the wind as they run wild.
My friends laughter when we recall memories of our youth.
The feel of my children's small hands in mine.
The smell of dirt in the spring.
The look of love in my husbands eyes when we laugh together.
The pounding sound of my hiking boots on the trail.
A simple, regular, ordinary life.
Sometimes we can strive and strive to live extraordinary.
And in that process we can lose touch with what truly matters.....we can lose touch with our soul. We can be so super focused on finding and becoming extraordinary that we don't notice the life that we are living right at this moment. Sometimes we have to slow down and quit reaching for the stars, put our feet to the earth, and notice the warmth in our friends smile.
To me ordinary does not mean boring or regular or mundane. It means noticing the way birds make a nest in the same tree in front of my house. It means feeling gratitude for a day out in nature learning alongside my children. It means finding joy in washing dishes, hanging freshly washed sheets on the clothesline, laying in bed talking to my husband, and planting a summer garden.
Life is not built out of awards, how many likes we get on a social media post, or how high we climb up our career ladder. Life is built out of love and love comes from our family, our friends, and those birds that build nests in our tree year after year after year.
It doesn't matter how many followers you have on social media, how fancy of a car you drive, or how hard you think you can party on a Saturday night. I don't have to be some big, hugely popular writer to make me happy. I am already happy right now inside of my regular down-to-earth life. I am content.
Death made me stop and notice the things that I was taking for granted.
It made me appreciate the very fact of just being alive.
I don't need extraordinary. I don't need sensational.
Give me good friends drinking wine around a campfire under the stars.
Let me grow old in a small house filled with big love.
Let me watch my children learn and grow and give me the hope and strength to watch them leave the nest one day and spread their wings.
Let my husband and I grow old together.
Death made me fall in love with honesty, stability, and truth.There are things in my life that only being in love taught me. There are things in life that I only could have learned about myself and about life through becoming a Mother. And there are things that I only could have learned through the death of my beloved Grandpa.
Death whispered in my ear and said, "Be grateful that you are alive. Notice the small things. Find the extraordinary inside of the ordinary and if you can do this? You have found the secret to true joy."
When death comes to take us? All we can take with us is the love we felt.
When I'm an old woman with long grey hair and death comes to take me from this earth? I hope that I am grateful that even through everything.....I hung onto the beauty and the astounding feelings of an ordinary life.
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