Blessed are we, the breathing, blessed for the hours, the minutes, the fleeting seconds that constitute our days. Blessed for the seeing, for the hearing, the touching, blessed for the Being of we cannot do any of those. Blessed for the time we’ve been gifted, blessed for the ability to dream, to believe, to hope, to hold onto what we hold dear. Blessed, and forgetful, we. Forgetful for the gifts, forgetful for the truth that we decide how to value the hours we are given, we decide what’s blessing, what’s curse.
Blessed to have your words light up our days. I love you. 💚
I want to say thank you, Tyler for your words that somehow always hold meaning for me. The last 5-6 years have been challenging, and your Typewriter series got me through. I have your books, and I'm going to try again to work my way through Miracles in the Mundane, finding small joys in my every day. Thank you for your words.
This reminder of our blessings is wonderful in the rhythm and beauty of the words.
Trying to spend it wisely or at least figure out how to make the nothingness of days or lack of direction not feel wasted. LOVE the song today!!
This was beautiful. Lately I've been trying to find ways to have the simple things be enough for me again. So often we get caught up in material things, or things in life that we do. I've learned that the only way to hang on to some string of happiness indefinitely is to find it in the natural things in and around us. Our working minds, our unique perspective, feeling the bark of a tree or feeling the sun on your face. Everything else besides that is an addition, but not a necessary part of our happiness foundation.
Beautifully said. So much of our time is wasted dwelling on the past or fearing the future.