{"id":2148,"date":"2018-06-22T17:41:50","date_gmt":"2018-06-22T21:41:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=2148"},"modified":"2018-06-22T17:41:50","modified_gmt":"2018-06-22T21:41:50","slug":"who-knows-where-the-trembling-stops","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=2148","title":{"rendered":"who knows where the trembling stops…"},"content":{"rendered":"

A day that begins in reflection of two wondrous things,
\nthat touch my morning
\none of which is this,\u00a0 from Frederick Buechner<\/strong>,<\/p>\n

\u201cThe life that I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

and the other
\na reminder of a pretty wonderful gift of kindness that I received on this day,
\ntwo years ago
\nfrom two lovely, thoughtful people
\nthe gift, a small painting, one of two that I dearly treasure
\nin the bottom corner a simple\u00a0B<\/em>, to remind me of the artist
\nand very kind hearts
\nI fear as though I would ruin the integrity of this piece by trying to take a photo
\nso let me instead describe to you
\nthis painting,
\na young girl on a swing
\na flower in her hair
\nshe stands on the swing, in a lovely magenta-ish pinky dress
\nwith the most wonderful stripy colourful legs
\nagainst the gorgeous shades of blue and turquoise of the sky
\nshe is in motion, she is untethered
\nshe is free
\nshe is to me
\nthe loveliest expression
\nof
\nsimple
\njoy
\nand it is this, that she continues to
\nbring
\nme<\/p>\n

Friday mornings, most times you will find me,
\nwalking in gratitude and yes, just as often then
\nin the afternoon
\nsitting
\nin gratitude
\nthis is how I celebrate
\njoy
\nright now at this very moment as I sit to put down some thoughts
\none of my fish has positioned himself, facing me
\njust at the surface of the water
\nand he seems to be serenading me in
\nbeautiful
\nsilent song
\nabove to the left one of the baby cardinals has snuggled into the snowball bush
\nand there he sits, rather peacefully
\nperiodically we both turn our heads to check on one another
\nand
\nsmile
\nto my far right the blue jays flutter in one after another
\nsnatching up the monkey nuts
\nfrom the mailbox
\nwhere I leave them
\nand a wee small chipmunk, cheeks full, travels across the barbecue table
\nstopping briefly to make sure the coast is clear
\nI\u2019ve just finished a soul-nourishing tour of the gardens with my love
\nwhere we talk about all the things we could move,
\nor trim, or plant
\nwhere we suggest, and I hesitate, \u00a0letting things change
\nother than
\nof their own will
\nand then, my favourite part,
\nwhere we finish
\nnot changing or doing,\u00a0 a single
\nthing
\na rustle in the grass, and a little toad hops over our toes
\nwe marvel at the amazing myriad of\u00a0 bees, in every different size
\nand variation of colours
\njust as we are coming back to the house
\na humming bird stops right in front of us
\nchecking to see if the trumpet vine is yet open
\nfor business
\n(not yet)<\/p>\n

it\u2019s the simplest things that bring me complete and absolute
\njoy
\nironing my husband\u2019s shirt
\nstraightening his tie
\nsmoothing out a crease,
\nbefore a kiss good-bye
\na quiet sit outside to watch the baby cardinals
\nin the bird bath
\na nice cup of tea
\nkindness<\/p>\n

I wonder if you will tire of the stories of my garden
\nand this, \u00a0my way of talking to
\nmyself
\nlost in my own state of
\nwonder
\nI look at the same things, I marvel at the same things
\nbut every day they appear to me as new
\nevery day they never cease to amaze,
\nevery day
\nI feel so fortunate in this life
\nto so easily find and recognize
\njoy
\nto live with gratitude and
\nlove<\/p>\n

this,
\nI cultivate here
\nas all of this comes from
\nwithin
\nand all of this, of the outside world
\nI do believe, \u00a0feel enough peace in my presence to
\nbe here
\nand that to me is a pretty spectacular thing<\/p>\n

this is what I want to put into the world
\ninto a world of h*te speech and politics
\na world of intolerance and cruelty
\nof ignorance and selfishness
\na busy world
\nwhere the love of power tries so hard to overtake the power of
\nlove<\/p>\n

these instead are the ripples I wish to create
\nlove
\nkindness
\nbeauty
\ngentleness
\nthoughtfulness
\ncompassion
\ngratitude…<\/p>\n

and
\nsimple
\njoy<\/p>\n

and if indeed you follow me here, in my telling
\nof my every ordinary day
\nnothings<\/p>\n

I will hope then, that it is here
\nin this way
\nthat
\nmy own gentle touch
\nwill
\nbe
\nfelt<\/p>\n

until…
\nwho knows where the trembling stops…\u00a0 \u2665<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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