Updated: Jan 7, 2021
something happened for me in 2020 that's hard to explain.
but I'm going to try.
I started seeing beauty . . . everywhere.
It happened during a very dark time (I know, 2020, right?).
I had been struggling with severe depression and grasping at something -- anything -- to help keep myself afloat emotionally.
I found a YouTube of this little Jamaican saint dude saying that the only prayer I needed was "Thank you."
So I tried it.
and so I went around saying "Thank you."
And I started being curious about what I was actually grateful for (not the "you ought to be grateful" kind of stuff but really, where did the warmth bloom inside, even if for just a fraction of a moment?).
The first thing that I noticed,
and this truly revived me --
I looked at the sky and realized that I was grateful for the color blue.
and when the sky wasn't blue but dark with clouds and my face spattered with rain -- Thank you for the life giving moisture.
I looked at a houseplant that had somehow survived this season and adored its shapes and textures and variations on greens and pinks.
the weeds growing in the front yard suddenly had a kind of vitality and scrappy courage that I took heart from.
I saw the bright orange traffic cones and somehow the brilliance touched something vital inside that I had almost completely forgotten was there.
and it grew.
below: this picture is like my gratitude. it grew bigger than its frame.
(Thank you Mooji, and Thank you Creator and creators.)