As I go through my day, I watch for moments when the corners of my mouth turn up and my heart lifts. I note these moments of delight in my journal and consider their patterns here. I encourage you to be on the lookout for your Delight of the Day.
Last Tuesday, I was riding the paratransit bus, my wheelchair strapped to the floor and my winter coat draped on it so I couldn’t see anything behind me. We stopped to pick up passengers, an elderly man and his wife. His wheelchair was strapped directly in back of me.
As the driver worked with seatbelts and tiedowns, I began to hear a warbling whistle.
Runs and trills accompanied our journey as the bus splashed through the snow encrusted streets of St. Paul. Sometimes the whistler fell silent and the bus and the streets played percussion. A tiresome journey was transformed by the unexpected soundtrack.
Other delights this week include:
playing a goofy giftgiving game at a support group
drinking chai with my sweetie
receiving a thank you note
decorating for Christmas
listening to PDQ Bach
participating in a group of wounded healers
feeling tender about my own schedule
May you find delight in each day.
