|The warmest hat ever, a gift from Angel|
and made from llama wool
|Winter hat lovingly knitted by Josie|
with a matching scarf
Last week I pestered a another friend about singing. He has an excellent voice but doesn't sing anymore. I dusted his guitar last time I saw him, and I think it's just collected more dust since. I got him to sing a little. He didn't do it with his full ability or gusto, but he did sing. I smiled. After I hung up the phone I did some singing myself. This is what people can do for each other. It doesn't have to be remarkable -- or maybe it is remarkable that he could make me smile and sing when I felt so down.
As long as I stay in the place of being grateful for having had good people in my life, how selfish is it for me that I didn't get enough time with them? I got as much as I needed. I got enough time with them to take some of them for granted, and that might be more than some people ever get. I count myself lucky and know that the current blizzard will pass and the flowers will bloom again.
|Blue heron, blue jay, sea gull feathers|
See, no matter how much we might be sick and brood, there's always something else in our brains that we can pull us up. Our luck, joy, love, success, and every other good thing is the result of choosing which we'd like most to think about.
The magazine art director gave me more illustrations to do. I'm choosing to get off the couch, play with paint, and meet the deadline. Life is good. Okay, it will be significantly more good once I feel better, but I'm choosing to feel better too. We are what we think.