NEW BEGINNINGS. That time when the past has gone and the new hasn’t quite formed yet. The world freshly painted and the paint still wet, glistening and, with a light touch of a sponge, can be taken in slightly different directions. The day outside on this early morning of gentle possibilities, rises up with bright sun in blue sky and a few wisps of cloud, still, transparent and hardly there at all.
This entire post is so nourishing and beautiful, Lucy. Like a much needed exhale. Thank you.
A few years back, when going through a very rough Winter of Divorce, I started keeping a journal of "little gifts" that I received each day. A smile or kind word from a stranger. An eagle sighting. A magical synchronicity. Ordinary, beautiful things.
That year was very dark, and each tiny gift counted. As night fell, I'd take a long walk and would keep walking until I thought of at least one thing from the day to record in my book. I didn't really "believe" in gratitude practice before that winter. Since then, I haven't missed a day.
This entire post is so nourishing and beautiful, Lucy. Like a much needed exhale. Thank you.
A few years back, when going through a very rough Winter of Divorce, I started keeping a journal of "little gifts" that I received each day. A smile or kind word from a stranger. An eagle sighting. A magical synchronicity. Ordinary, beautiful things.
That year was very dark, and each tiny gift counted. As night fell, I'd take a long walk and would keep walking until I thought of at least one thing from the day to record in my book. I didn't really "believe" in gratitude practice before that winter. Since then, I haven't missed a day.