Looking for beautiful bits

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I've been feeling a little like a storm cloud this week, so I thought I'd give myself an assignment to acknowledge the light, happy and joyful things of life. It's not quite 9am and I've already seen and heard some hopeful things.

Today's assignment:
Look around and see the beauty that surrounds you. Open you eyes and let the light and color wash away the greyness from your heart. Take note of all the beautiful and uplifting bits and pieces of life and give thanks for them. This practice is kind of like fresh fruit for someone with scurvy - it provides the vitamin c nutritionally necessary to banish the general weakness, anemia, and malaise of the condition.

The glorious sunshine.

The smell of caramel coffee brewing.

Getting that extra half hour of sleep. (Thanks Ian for taking H. to school today.)

Hearing the sound of my neighbor's jack russell pup's feet padding quickly down the sidewalk with his leash jingling away... that pup helped motivate me to find my running shoes and get out there.

The funny squirrel running along the power lines above me in perfect time to the music on my ipod.

Making it to the top of that STEEP hill.

Listening to the Gipsy Kings. :)

Drinking that tasty tall glass of OJ.(Never know when you need some extra vitamin C!)

Seeing other folks walking and running as I was on my jaunt this morning - one lady put her hands up in the air and exclaimed, "It's a beautiful day isn't it!"

Yes, yes it is. And yes G-d, I'm getting your nudge to take note of the beautiful bits of life. I'll keep looking.

PS> Thanks for OJ, really.

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