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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Our lives are so Fragil

We hurry through life day after day and hardly take time to stop and look at those around us.  Not just family we always have time for them but I am talking about everybody we meet along the way; the clerk in the store, and the multitude of other people who touch our lives day by day. We hardly look up to see who they are.  I have started a new thing.  I have been actually looking and trying to get eye contact, and I see so many worried, lonely and blank stares.  I am taking a step forward and I tell the lady in the red jacket "you look very nice today" it is amazing how quickly her demeanor changes and a smile comes to her face.  I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER, it is amazing how good it feels to compliment someone and I mean sincere compliments.  "Your hair is so shiny", "you look very nice today", 'I enjoy your waiting on me", "thank you for taking the time to help me" and on and on.  It is so easy to do and it seems to make such a difference in the hour by hour workers day, including mine...
It is so easy and so often forgotten, I have to admit I love it when someone compliments me...I learned a secret a long time ago and that was to just say "thank you" not "oh this old thing"?  Accept the compliment, you are worthy to be praised, I am worthy of a compliment right? of course I am and so are you and everybody else for that matter....The gift of a smile or a compliment is free and it feels so good. It is so easy why do we get so busy that we forget this simple gesture.

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston