1. Sometimes, I collect sayings. Here are two I've heard this week in response to "[using whiny voice] It's not fair!" Both are true. Both are wise.
Life's not fair, and then you die.
Life's not fair, but you can be.
2. Sometimes, I notice colors and textures. Probably it's my experience in working with textiles. If the light is just right in the kitchen, the sun changes the colors of my green shamrock plant. My heart leaps when I notice the beauty.
3. Sometimes, the texture of something will pull up a memory. I grew up among the majestic evergreen trees of the Pacific Northwest. This week as I was parking in a public lot in Ventura which is a LONG way from the PNW, I noticed the texture of this tree. The memory it invoked of my childhood made me smile. I might have reached out and stroked the bark. Sometimes I miss the green forests of home.
4. Sometimes, one thing will lead to another. I offered to help a friend from the weavers and spinners guild who is also a artist group friend to bring together, organize and document all the equipment (for example, spinning wheels, weaving looms and drum carders) that the guild has to offer the members for rental use. When I told my daughter my plans for the day, she responded, "That's great, Mom. Organizing and helping others organize is one of your spiritual gifts." I guess she's right. I like organizing stuff. So, I spent part of a day this week enjoying my friend's company and helping out the guild.
5. Sometimes, the rewards are great. The guild is given a lot of unspun fiber, yarn, and equipment. I brought several bags and boxes of yarn home to cull and organize and take back to the guild. Also, I was given the opportunity to choose to keep some if I wanted. I should have warned The Professor that it wasn't all mine to keep.
What little blessings make you smile sometimes?