I find that the older I get, the more I seem to turn to my window for inspiration. There are days that I crave sunshine and blue skies more than anything in the world.
I don’t know what it is. But the warm golden sunshine just seems to melt away all of the stress and cobwebs that have a tendency to wrap themselves around me like a straight jacket.
It can be paralyzing at times.
Being all wrapped up in cobwebs and stress.
I don’t like it. Not one bit.
Last weekend as I was gazing out my window absorbing as much golden sunshine as humanly possible, I realized how stunning our dogwood tree was.
What a sweet disposition it seemed to have.
All of the cheerful blooms where bursting with color and looked as if they were gathering in celebration. A sunshine celebration.
I stopped for a moment.
Just a few weeks before this same tree stood barren.
Just a trunk with branches.
Pink, delicate petals dressed the tree in splendid attire.
Not a trace of barren to been seen.
Not one ho-hum.
Just a sweet disposition.
This darling little dogwood tree was practically singing…
as the golden sunlight danced amidst its blooms.
I pondered that little tree for quite some time.
It was so seemingly forgiving of the relentless Winter that had taken all of its’ glory away. It was amazingly unaffected by all of the cold rainy days prior. It was just relishing the moment. Dancing in the sunshine. Heads held up to the light.
Last year I wrote about how this very same tree taught me to “Be Still“.
This year I’m reminded of the glory that comes with sweet disposition…
Every day… .
Rain or shine.