Delights of the Day for the Week

Each day I watch for moments that inspire a strong feeling of gratitude and  joy within me.   I mentally label the strongest such moment The Delight of the Day.  The practice encourages what psychologists call “positive scanning.”  I’m waiting for good things to happen  and, when they do, I notice and celebrate them. The more I understand what brings me joy, the more I can drop into it.



I’ve been participating in Art Every Day Month. This week, I’ve been painting first and then writing a poem.

 Painting When the paint pools on an edgeand I bring a dry brush

into the puddle

the color clambers

onto the dry strands

only a ghost

of what was


When dark thoughts

shout me down

and I spread color

across a blank surface

the shadows scramble

into past and future


this moment




It’s early morning

so the wide brush goes

smoothly down

in parallel strokes

Later in the day

the wobbles will set in

Either way

paint leaves tracks



I found myself

wrapped round

with a boredom

that was slowly

squeezing me dry…

Who knew

that all it would take

to shake me loose

was a wide brush?



Lately I’ve been wanting ink

to spatter in some



that I am not afraid

to be free



Three times today

I tried to limit myself

choosing only the

six gray shades

across the top

of my paint palette.

Each time I failed

reaching, in the end,

for brighter colors

closer to me.

Why be surprised?

I have always been

a creature of extremes.