Then I hear a voice, a familiar voice, the voice of conscience. It becomes louder, ensuring I take notice of its message. This voice reminds me how lucky I am, that I can afford to fill a whole trolley full of food for my little family. We will survive, over-eat and probably waste this food over the next couple of weeks until there is nothing but a lonely, rubbery, carrot left in the bottom of the fridge.
Then I will go to the shop for another trolley load. This I am thankful for.
I am also thankful for the smile that was painted upon my face by a small, sweet, innocent, boy.
You see, I recently purchased a colorful new cushion to brighten up our couch. This couch that keeps getting soiled by baby vomit and little boy snot. The colours of this cushion caught his curious eyes immediately, when he saw it laying upon the couch. He thought this household adornment was a gift for him. I did not have the heart to tell him otherwise, he seemed so grateful. It now sleeps next to this small boy, cushioning him from his growing fear of the dark.
I am thankful for telephones, because of a conversation on my telephone my heart is full. The cracks of shock and worry have healed a little bit more. His voice sounded so strong, his wise but cynical personality could clearly be heard over those wires. His usual lectures on the worlds doom and gloom made me feel, not so gloomy. His few words of praise and encouragement are words to be cherished, to be sown in my very own plant pot and nurtured to life.
A sleeping joey, a warm breeze blowing through the orange blossoms, the wind chiming through a terracotta ladybird. My feet up, a book in my hand, making me laugh out loud.
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I share your sentiments on the grocery shopping, I moan a lot about what a financial struggle it is for us to live on one income, but in reality, we're not starving, it's such a first world problem and I shouldn't complain! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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I hear you so well and I don't even have a little joey to take around with me !!!! Definitely a first world problem – funnily enough I blogged about my first world problem today – house hunting !!!!
I love your view over the hills – magnificent !
Have a great day and take care !
Me
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I am thankful for beautiful bloggers like you who take the time to share in something as wonderful as stopping to think of all that we have. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses to you lovely #thankfulthursday
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Your vegetable basket has the same colours as our scattered autumn leaves !
My glowing screen is bringing me pictures of desperate hurt homeless hungry people reeling from typhoon Yolanda..now I can be mindful about the mundane shopping & cleaning..in a heartbeat all we know can change..
From the wisdom of age I say enjoy all you can,it's the wink of an eye..
xxx
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Thanks Emma, no not starving but it is hard when the worry is there. Thank you for reading Emma ! x
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Hi ME! Yes us and our first world problems, at least we are aware perhaps that is a step in the right direction. Those hills are the rolling hills of Ireland a Fab view that I miss. x Thank you for your comment.
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Thank you flutterbye for bringing sparkle into out day.
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The veg look lovely don't they. Oh don't get me wrong the glowing screen keeps us connected, thank you for reminding me of those horrific and scary images really putting it all into perspective. Enjoy all I can, that I will, fleeting it is fleeting ……….love xxxxxxxxxxxx
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We are so much more fortunate than others right now in the world. Sometimes it is hard to see it, nice to be reminded though, thank you xx
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Hi Thank You Alicia! Yeah the visions we are seeing from the Philippines are pretty horrific, we really have not much to complain about. Thank you for stopping by !
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