The Thoughtful Heart During the Cold in the Ozarks - From the Heart, with John Willard
Channel: CNA TV - NAHCA Broadcasting Network
Date: 2019-12-03

It’s cold in the Ozark’s but the hot apple cider tantalizes the senses. As sunrise breaks into daylight I smile, one more sip of apple cider and my day will begin. I’m glad to have had these moments; I’m thankful for the peace of this morning.

The spacious roadside park adjacent to an interstate highway contained attractive picnic areas, convenient drinking fountains, and clean restroom facilities. The Texas highway department obviously had thought of everything. Including appropriate accommodations for travel weary pets: to bright red fireplugs.

Thoughtfulness comes in many forms, and it is virtually always welcome by its recipients. Thoughtfulness is a habit- a way of life well worth cultivating and practicing.

The thoughtful person is quick to pay a well-deserved compliment, or to send a prompt note of congratulations to someone who has received a promotion, an honor, or special recognition.

Thoughtful people park a bit farther from the entrance of the store or the post office, leaving the nearer space for someone who doesn’t get around as easily as they once did.

The thoughtful person takes photographs of his neighbors’ homes after a beautiful snowfall, and later surprises those friends with the cherished snapshots.

Thoughtful people don’t wait for opportunities – they imaginatively create numerous opportunities to make life brighter, smoother, and more enjoyable for those about them.

Our thoughtful attitude and generous deeds can make many people happy- including ourselves.

To those who are weary, fretted, and worried there is no physician like nature. When our nerves are frazzled and our sleep is un-refreshing, we can find no better antidote to the clamorous grind and frenzy of the city than in the stillness and solitude of hills, streams, and tranquil stars. That man lays up for himself resources of strength who now and then exchanges the ledger for green leaves, the factory for wildflowers, business for brook-croon and bird-song.   

Let me share this poem-

The little cares that fretted ME,

I lost them YESTERDAY

Among the fields above the SEA,

Among the winds at PLAY;

Among the lowing of the HERDS,

The rustling of the TREES,

Among the singing of the BIRDS,

The humming of the BEES.

The foolish fears of what may happen,

I cast them all AWAY

Among the clover–scented grass,

Among the new-mown HAY;

Among the husking of the CORN

Were drowsy poppies NOD,

Where all thoughts die and good are BORN

Out in the fields with GOD.

My final thought – 

To those wearied – be thoughtful and caring – there is no physician like nature.

Well friends, it’s time for me to feed the pups so I’ve got to go

You can reach me on Twitter @JohnWillard47

Until next week friends, this is John Willard- from the Farm! 

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