Wowzer !

I am continuing my thoughts on thankfulness. Wowzer is a word with which I was not familiar. My sister Anne frequently texted me and wowzer was the word she chose to express surprise, awe, excitement, and thankfulness. I love this word of hers, and have incorporated it into my vocabulary. Thanks, Sweet Annie.

These are a few of my WOWZERS !!

walking the beach and feeling the salty soft breeze on my face … that same salty breeze flowing like fingers through my hair and separating strand from strand … the ocean waves constantly ebbing and flowing within a rhythm older than time … treble sounds of seagulls crying out over the rumble and roar of the ocean’s pounding bass …

seeing the first snowflakes falling and announcing an event of upcoming beauty … looking up and catching flakes on my tongue bringing my sense of taste into the experience … listening as the snowfall quiets a too noisy world … crunching underfoot, the snow softens my path … cheeks red and toes cold, temperatures finally pull me inside …

sinking my hands into wakening soil of spring … smelling like new life anxious to emerge … spying tiny shoots of green shyly showing themselves … feeling the warmth of the sun promising life abundant …

snuggling a puppy under my chin … feeling the tremors of fright, I hold him tighter and closer to my own heart … smelling newness of life-all systems go

hearing musical instruments in harmony … voices lifted up in chorus … familial croonings transformed into lullabies … cadences in my head that drown the unimportant chatter of the mind … home vibrations that settle into steady heartbeats of peace …

tasting smooth icy cream in all its chocolatety silkiness … slurping freshness of melon juice … some of which escapes down my chin … sipping hot cups of warmth on cold dreary days … biting into sun-kissed apples … crunch the sound and also the taste … sinfulness of not-good-for-you-fried-anything …

smelling honeysuckle sweetness announcing the start of summer … walking inside following your nose to the kitchen’s culinary offerings … dusty scent of gathering leaves on the ground, on the shrubs, on the walks, off the trees … sunshine smell of sheets hung on the line … spicy foresty scent of a Christmas tree freshly cut and dragged inside … watermelony scent of freshly mowed grass … the neck perfume of a baby …

seeing smiles on children’s faces as they dash hither and yon on a playground … I am that child … smiling as I dash hither and yon … playing, laughing, exploring my Father’s World …



This Is My Father’s World

Lyrics: Maltbie D. Babcock
Music: Trad. English melody; adapt. by Franklin L. SheppardThis is my Father’s world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world.
O let me ne’er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad! 


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