As a child, I used to worry about Heaven
Where can I find Heaven I would ask
In the sky, my family would say
As I grew I studied religions, looking for where Heaven might be
What I learned is: All Religions are fascinating, they include aspects that are utterly beautiful
We always need to respect their beliefs
When I was seventeen I discovered how Siddhartha sat in the shade of the Bodhi Tree/calmed his mind so he could reach a state of mental bliss.
Quieting the mind. What an interesting idea.
So I practiced. It was hard.
I found I didn’t have lots of time to just sit and calm my mind, and sit and sit
My life became full—too full to sit in the shade of a tree and try to achieve quiet
There were children to take care of, house, yard, farm, paying job, ‘things’ to do
But throughout all that activity,
I gradually understood, that calming the mind can come in many diverse and different ways
It comes from living simply
Recognizing what warms my heart
What softly lifts my soul
I learned to approach my daily tasks with belief in being UPLIFTED as one works
Not feeling burdened.
To watch for those teeny, tiny things that settled softly all around me (us)
Solitude right there in the– every day of the– every day
Solitude in teeny tiny moments
Bringing me to an understanding
That for me, quiet contemplation of the day, 
Is, for me, Heaven here on Earth.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Beautiful and poetic
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🙂 Good Morning, Dan.
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What a beautiful outlook and philosophy of life!
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We are all so very, very blessed. Good Morning, George!
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When you complete tasks with mindfulness, that is what calms the mind. That is the secret to “finding time.” There’s always time. #timeaffluence
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I so agree! Good Morning Genevieve and Cupcake!
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You are starting to sound like Alan Watts. Excellent. He spoke quite a bit on Bodhidharma.
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Tee Hee…on the wise me
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Beautiful thoughts AND pictures!
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Thank you so much, I do think we think alike, Hugs to you.
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One of my favorite songs :-).
Holy as a Day Is Spent
Carrie Newcomer
Holy as a day is spent
Holy is the dish and drain
The soap and sink, and the cup and plate
And the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
Shower heads and good dry towels
And frying eggs sound like psalms
With bits of salt measured in my palm
It’s all a part of a sacrament
As holy as a day is spent
Holy is the busy street
And cars that boom with passion’s beat
And the check out girl, counting change
And the hands that shook my hands today
And hymns of geese fly overhead
And spread their wings like their parents did
Blessed be the dog that runs in her sleep
To chase some wild and elusive thing
Holy is the familiar room
And quiet moments in the afternoon
And folding sheets like folding hands
To pray as only laundry can
I’m letting go of all my fear
Like autumn…
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That is beautiful. Thank you so much!
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Beautiful ~
Your words & photos are thought provoking and are just meant to be enjoyed.
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You are always so kind! Hugs to you, Elaine!
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Oh Linda such a beautiful post my friend! I do believe you are right .. we are blessed! Wonderful photos ❤️
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We are…we just need to realize it Good Afternoon to you. I’ll bet it’s morning there.
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