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March 2025

February 2025

Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025

Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025

A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025

Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025

Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025

Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025

Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025

Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025

Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025

LA River Walk
02/27/2025

Message from the President
02/27/2025

Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025

1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025

The Party Line
02/24/2025

Status - Feb 20, 2025
02/20/2025

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025

Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025

Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025

Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025

Wind and Fire
02/17/2025

Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025

Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025

Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025

Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025

Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025

Living the Mission
02/05/2025

Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025

Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025

Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025

Villager's Stories
02/05/2025

A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025

Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025

Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025

January 2025

Dappled Morning Sunlight by Karen Bagnard

By Karen Bagnard
Posted: 05/12/2021
Tags: karen bagnard

Treasure every moment of dappled morning sunlight.  Breath the mellow air of a spring morning filled with the songs of birds.  Relish the soft breezes on my face and through my hair.  Listen to the rustle in the leaves and high above in the palm fronds.

Even relish the long walk down the driveway.   Feel gratitude as I wheel out the trash barrels and check the mailbox and inspect the palo verde tree that looks like a tall twig.

Every moment is mine and each has its wonders.  There is no wasted time, only time that we fail to savor.  Savor the moments big and small.  They are here and then they are gone, never to return in exactly the same way.  

Take time to smile at a stranger or wave at someone as you sit on the porch.  Watch the cat cross the street with something in its mouth… even she feels gratitude for whatever she has hunted.  

Watch the clouds move ever so slowly.  Note the changes in the shadows of the trees and the house.  Feel the richness of life even when the bank account is low.  Realize that you have everything you need.  Let that spontaneous prayer of gratitude bubble up.

As the day darkens notice the moonrise through the blinds.  Step outside to marvel at it.  Sometimes it’s high above and sometimes it’s huge as it rises above the silhouetted horizon.  It’s beautiful and ever-changing.  Be a moon-watcher.

My heart is full.  My life is rich.  I live independently with the pleasure of company when I choose.  I feel the love of friends and family and I’ve known romantic love in varying degrees.  I can write and draw and listen to music.  I sleep well and safely.  I wake to coffee, conversation and options.  This day is mine.  I start it with treasuring the dappled morning sunlight.

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