I guess if I had to claim my very best inherited talent, or maybe it’s learned…it’s that no matter how awful things are, if I make up my mind to, I can find something beautiful to enjoy, if only for just a minute.
I had a long, packed, painful week, and by late in the day yesterday, I was ready to crawl, defeated, into bed for the entire weekend. Oh wait, I thought. I can’t do that anymore because too many hours of proneness causes unbearable back pain.
So I went for a walk…in cold, blustery, sideways rain. BUT, I had my brand new umbrella to try out…one of those clear, bell shaped ones you can see through, and that are resistant to a gust of wind sproinging it upward into a giant bowl to catch the rain, leaving you completely unprotected. (yes, I know “sproing” is not a word…but say it a couple of times, out loud. Doesn’t that sort of capture that thing that happens with a naughty umbrella??)
I hadn’t been walking for 5 minutes when something very strange and wonderful happened.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Something strange and wonderful is always happening…if I stay alert, open, and look for it.
On my walk, it was exceptionally dark out, even for the dead-of-winter, late in the afternoon, in the Northwest. It felt like nightfall.
But before I could make it back home, the light started to change, kind of rapidly, hard to ignore.
I don’t know…sometimes photos don’t do it justice when you are given a Light Show from Mother Nature.
Maybe you had to be there…
But keep your eyes and heart open. These days, the Spirit Lifters play Hide and Seek a bit, but they are there. I promise!