It's been a slow moving week & it's only Wednesday.
Maybe the strange weather lately has had something to do with it.
And this month is ramping up to be chock full of
lovely events and get-togethers,
the kind that can be fun and draining at the same time.
These cold windy days seem to be
challenging you on more than one level.
Yet there are moments when your husband
brings you freshly made French Toast
on a beautiful plate,
or
When your daughter decides to
throw a birthday party for her favorite
stuffed animal -- cupcakes, candles & all
and you remember all these
little moments, however tired or heavy
they sometimes seem,
are laced with kind gestures and laughter
and that they
are laced with kind gestures and laughter
and that they
make up the bright constellation
of your life.
When you step outside,
you laugh at the melting snowman
you laugh at the melting snowman
on your front walk
that looks like it's wearing lipstick
because it somehow reminds you of
the thaw that your own body has been going through.
You manage to make it to
your favorite art gallery
your favorite art gallery
because your gaze is lifted skyward
the moment you walk in the door
the moment you walk in the door
and then the winter doldrums vanish
as you are lost in the ambient buzz
of visitors' voices
and the majesty of the works
that surround you.
that surround you.
You come home with a new
resolve to notice the little things,
to really see the colors,
to use the found ingredients of your life
to try something new
to nourish yourself
in ways you've never thought of before.
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