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Purple Crayons are beautiful

It's important for you to know, that I hate to clean out my wallet.
While I love to see it all organized and tidy, the process of un-stuffing and sorting is at the bottom of my list of "things I like to do."

However, in the process of un-stuffing my wallet I found something of beauty.
I came across a purple crayon.
This purple crayon.

Yes at first it reminded me of the kid's story, "Harold and the purple crayon", and then it reminded me of a friend who always stops to take photos of every purple flower she finds. 

Hold that thought. 



Every. Purple. Flower. Is. Something. To. Take. Note. Of.




So when I took the purple crayon out of my wallet.
I thought of Harold's Crayon.
Then Elle's purple flowers.
The purple iris's I saw on a nature walk this week.

Every. Purple. Something. Is. Something. To. Take. Note. Of.

Purple beauty is everywhere.

There is beauty all around us, that hides in plan sight.

Crayons are stuffed into our wallet's by chubby handed kindergartners.
Flowers - of all colors - are popping up in our yards and every place living things grow.
Beauty is everywhere, if only we have the eyes to see it.
Or in my case; a few moments to clean out my overstuffed wallet. 

Every. Beautiful. Something. Is. Something. To. Take. Note. Of.

Beauty, hope, joy are shouting out, jumping up and down, telling us to stop and see.
Stop and see.
Pause and clean out your wallet.

You never know what beauty might be waiting for you at the bottom of all the receipts. 

Thank you purple crayon, you are beautiful.

Every. Purple. Crayon. Is. Something. To. Take. Note. Of.


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