12/17/2023 0 Comments Our peaceful life was broken![]() ![]() ![]() The next morning, I heard it again, but this time it was clearer: Peace Full Home. I went inside, pulled up the name on my Mac but, of course, “” was taken. In 2013, as I sat outside on a beautiful Saturday morning, I heard the words, “peaceful home”. Peace Full Home wasn’t my brainchild-that was all God. It doesn’t matter if you’re eighteen or eighty-one it’s never too early, or late, to transform to intentionally create a peace-full reality. I write for readers who want to live into their best lives. I’m also a mother, grandmother, wife, friend, book lover, tree-hugger and interior designer. I’m on a mission to change our world! And, you’re here. ©peace full ®/intentional living 2013-2023 May this day bring you joy, understanding, and peace. Life is fleeting and fragile, my friends, but right now, we have this moment where we get to choose-over and over-love. Perhaps the blunders, hurt, or sorrows can be reviewed and replaced by something radically different once the lens is turned. It’s true that “the past can’t be rewritten,” but it can be viewed from a new perspective. Memories of despair sometimes last longer than recollections of unbridled joy, and we need to turn that around. And I’ve often been exhaustingly hard on myself. I’ve sensed-like many people-rejection knocking at my door. I’ve felt that space where sadness has seeped in-shrouded yet there. But, if full-blown ruination takes over, we risk our hearts becoming inconsequential, tiny fragments of our never-ending universe (God’s universe.) Hurts, like splinters, need to be removed. It sometimes feels like life could be so quickly shattered into splinters so small that only a Kintsugi master could repair the damage.īut, if we allow (or invite) life’s echoes to be crushed, we will no longer hear the songbirds, the joy of a child’s laugh, the leaves rustling through the trees, or the morning quiet when all is still. I’ve questioned my value in this cosmos (I imagine some of you may have, too-it’s a very human theme). Many of those broken hearts leave our planet much too early (for me).Īwareness, sometimes, bubbles up inside my brain: when, where, and with whom have I, unwittingly, simply not been enough. Human angels guide us until we stop and no longer need them once we pass through the veil to the other side (perhaps they hang out with us there, too!). Hearts will be broken-and thankfully often mended-many times in one’s life. ![]()
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