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.
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.
Oh Dana, that's so perfect. It's lovely to hear your story. I'm hoping people will start sharing their joy dots and the simple beauty they see in things, it's such a rich currency 🌻
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.
Oh Dana, that's so perfect. It's lovely to hear your story. I'm hoping people will start sharing their joy dots and the simple beauty they see in things, it's such a rich currency 🌻