Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Marcel Proust
I didn't return to my blog as planned, just because life was busy. But after returning from Arizona where I had spent a week with three of my four siblings (where much healing began to happen), I realized in this season of craziness and busyness, I do want to take time to reflect. So I am returning to a concept I've worked with before gratitude.
Today is Day 1 and I am grateful for imperfection, for the layers of my life that have accumulated with age. Further that I am learning to to see how beautiful I have become because of the people who have made that journey with some or several of the years with me.
I am grateful for the blossoming of my soul that has and continues to occur.
As always I try to share of the music of this time of year. Since we are frozen here in California. I will share an carol from Spain from several centuries ago which translated to English means "Frozen December".
Musica Nostra, "El Desembre Congelat":
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