539. Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard’s rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment – a little makes the way of the best happiness. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

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For the joy of ear and eye,
for the heart and mind’s delight,
for the mystic harmony,
linking sense to sound and sight;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
~Folliat S. Pierpoint

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Rejoice about the sun, moon, flowers, and sky.
Rejoice about the food you have to eat.
Rejoice about the body that houses your spirit.
Rejoice about the fact that you can be
a positive force in the world around you.
Rejoice about the love that is around you.
If you want to be happy,
commit to making your life one of rejoicing.
~Author Unknown

Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let them say among the nations, “The Lord reigns!” ~1 Chronicles 16:31   ✝

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14 thoughts on “539. Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard’s rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment – a little makes the way of the best happiness. ~Friedrich Nietzsche”

  2. A most pointed reminder. . .”if you want to be happy, commit to making your life one of rejoicing.”
    Now if we could get the revelers to understand the true source of all Rejoicing is the one and only Great I AM.
    Hugs dear friend!!!
    Happy Wednesday—
    cookie

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  4. Beautiful thoughts Natalie! “Rejoice about the sun, moon, flowers, and sky”, you know it reminds me St Francis’ prayers: here is one that is just wonderfull…, I respecially love it, it touches my soul so deeply!

    thank you & much ♥
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    Praised be You my Lord with all Your creatures,
    especially Sir Brother Sun,
    Who is the day through whom You give us light.
    And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
    Of You Most High, he bears the likeness.

    Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
    In the heavens you have made them bright, precious and fair.

    Praised be You, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
    And fair and stormy, all weather’s moods,
    by which You cherish all that You have made.

    Praised be You my Lord through Sister Water,
    So useful, humble, precious and pure.

    Praised be You my Lord through Brother Fire,
    through whom You light the night and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.

    Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,
    Mother Earth
    who sustains and governs us,
    producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.
    Praise be You my Lord through those who grant pardon for love of You and bear sickness and trial.

    Blessed are those who endure in peace, By You Most High, they will be crowned.

    Praised be You, my Lord through Sister Death,
    from whom no-one living can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin! Blessed are they She finds doing Your Will.

    No second death can do them harm. Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks,
    And serve Him with great humility.

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  6. Lovely Natalie. What a nice reminder to be grateful for the simple things that really count. Also, to stop rushing around for a bit to notice real beauty and wonder.
    🙂

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