I Live In Heaven 1

I looked out of my kitchen window this morning, and saw a carpet of long, green grass, waving happily at me.

Do I focus on how much it needs cutting?

No. I simply smiled at it, and waved back.

Then I noticed how much colour was in my grass – small blue, yellow and white flowers, who’s sole purpose was to sit in my garden and make me smile.

So I smiled some more.

Looking up, I noticed the two dead tree stumps, which I had lovingly sculptured to look like open hands. The brown of the trees stood out tall, handsome and proud against the green, blue, white and yellow backdrop.

I loved the whole scene, and my smile grew wider.

Slightly to the right, is the boundary with my neighbour, a beautiful wall of every Green imaginable! From dark holly leaves with white outline, through emerald greens, onto a light green hedge and even some yellow Leylandii.

What a gorgeous sight! I was overwhelmed by Pride.

Now I couldn’t stop grinning if I tried.

Looking higher, I saw the brown fence at the end of my property.

Do I focus on how much it needs repainting?

No. Instead, I see it as a perfect frame to showcase my garden. So many shades of browns and greens, so much beauty. “Oh yes” I said, and laughed with complete respect for nature and all it’s glory.

Finally, I looked up and just above my fence was the deep, blue, cloudless sky.

I nearly collapsed with awe.

Struck with such grandeur, the big, blue sky reached down and wrapped it’s hands around me and my little garden, enveloping me in peace and satisfaction.

I nearly cried with joy.

Truly, I live in a corner of Heaven.

People pay thousands to go caravanning to a different location, even a different country, where they will sit and look at a view just like this. And I have it all here, just outside my kitchen window. I can reach out and touch a piece of heaven.

It is Art in it’s purest form, undefiled by people, nature doing what it does best, just sitting there and looking amazing, and our job as humans is to simply enjoy it, to take 10 mins out of our busy day and slow down to it’s level.

When I blink, it is still there.

I am an Artist. I am allowed to see things this way, to think these thoughts, to talk like this.

Join me in noticing and celebrating the simple things in life.