grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Brand New Year…

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The only new year's resolutions needed…
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Roll away the dark clouds and 
Enjoy the 
Sunlight, the feel 
Of a brand new year.
Listen. Really listen and hear.  
Understand we are all different. Make
Time for special. Create. Push
Into the unknown, past
Obstacles that constrict and confine. Say
No. 
Say yes. Whichever is more
Freeing. Focus 
On the road ahead while
Remembering where the path began.
Reach deep, write fervently,
Expose life’s layers.
Always be considerate. 
Love the unloveable. Release the negative.
Laugh. Read something different. Re-read an old favorite.
Indulge. Cook with passion. Have
Faith. Smile. Walk in the rain.
Exist in the now.

What will you do with this brand new year?

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Musical Pairing:

Van Morrison, Brand New Day


Ladybug

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for Andie…


Maybe she was simply needed
In another place, too perfect for this one. The
Raw reality of her
Absence still fresh years later. Taken just after
Christmas—the sheer timing cruel. A
Loss so incomprehensible
Especially in
One so young. Life unrolls in delicate,
Fragile waves, ridden but not understood. We
Trust 
He has a plan
Even while we
Languish, gasping for air. And then
A reminder. Hope, love, beauty touches the
Depths of a mother’s heart.
Yellow, raw pain soothed as hundreds of ladybugs—
Brilliant red dots of joy—
Uproot 
Grief. If only for a moment.

Miracle of the Ladybug
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talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

smell of old books

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smell of old books
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Stacked in the far corner—dusty,
musty and ignored—an
entire world awaits at only fifty cents each.
Leave me while I
linger
over brittle, yellowed pages filled with
fanciful words, forgotten fonts. 
Outdated tales
languish, longing to be rediscovered beneath 
durable covers
bound by history. Yes, I’m
obsessed. Whose fingers touched these pages? I inhale the
odor of linseed and ink and paper and coffee. A
keyhole to yesterday. The
smell of time.

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.” 
― C.S. Lewis

This post was written especially for Write Tribe prompt: smell of old books…

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

THANKS FOR READING!