THE SMALLEST THINGS

The smallest thing can make me so happy sometimes – like seeing the tiny orange blossoms of my Clivia peeping through the leaves, the deep red of my peonies and the rose in all of its pink glory.

Then there’s the rain today, so soft and gentle.  We have waited long for it this year.  I’m quenching my thirst and nourishing my body along with the earth.

We ‘walked my grandparents’ mountain’ today, not pouring our usual libation and offering of food.  We still honoured them with our bows and flowers.  Sometimes you have to be flexible with the rituals because of life’s circumstances.  The important things are not etched in stone.  They reside in your heart.

We could not all be there today either but it is not the biggest deal.  It is how life is.

 

 

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About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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2 Responses to THE SMALLEST THINGS

  1. Memories of loved ones last a lifetime. They are forever etched in our heart, our soul, our life. Wishing you a great week.

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