MY MOST BEAUTIFUL THING
When I think about my most beautiful thing, I can only think about moments in my life that have spurred exquisite joy, untold gratitude within me. Such beautiful moments have been splattered on the fabric of my life at random moments , enriching its hue and texture. Moments that I've been aware of as being most Special Blessings even as they unfolded into the weft and warp of my present. Moments that I enjoyed while experiencing them and watching them with full awareness. Moments that I highlighted and then set them aside in the recesses of my soul, knowing that I would want to revisit them , savouring the richness and the flavour over and over again in the future.
Some such moments fell into my lap during my recent stay with my brother and family. It was a most beautiful time that I had with them and I kept on gathering the sparkling gems of memory each day. The love and the care that was doled out to me by the dollops, I lapped up greedily. Small, simple daily gestures of affection, care and consideration borne of love had my heart brimming with joy and gratitude. It was sheer delight to spend quality time with my brother, sister- in-law and my two darling nephews. I do not know what Tomorrow may bring, but I do know that the sacred memory of the last two months with my brother's family, I'll cherish until my last breath.
Those exquisite moments of-
joy, gratitude and serenity
swelling within the soul;
threatening to burst forth
as tears through the eyes...
I close my eyes,
clutching my memories-
tight to my soul;
I whisper my Thanks -
to the Universe,
For The Most Beautiful Moments!
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It may be a day late but worth the wait. This is beautifully written. Time and memories are both beautiful things. Family as well. And love. You've captured the essence of all of these.
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ReplyDeleteYou write with beautiful words. Thanks for sharing your most beautiful thing! :-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely post :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda, Christine, Fiona for the encouraging words.
ReplyDeleteP.R, :-)
Nice post as always:)
ReplyDeletethis was sweet.. a nice post.
ReplyDeletevery nice. Mine is also something like this. My brother and dad visited me in Bangalore just before I left. I haven't met my eldest brother for a long time now and it was really really sweet. I know the feeling.
ReplyDeleteNirmala, you encapsulated so much loveliness and beauty in those words. Truly the memories of time, of tiny little somethings, nothings, and everythings spent with loved ones are to be treasured. There is such a wealth of love and beauty here! Thank you for sharing this. The day grows brighter :)
ReplyDeleteFamily moments are often the ones which take root in my memory, too. Conversations and days spent with my parents, or either of my brothers, my sister-in-law and niece - those are the best! I'm glad to discover that you have a similar experience.
ReplyDeleteI love the short poem which accompanied your explanation, I must say. It reminded me of a beautiful prayer.