I’m marveling this Monday morning at the beautiful truth (though difficult at times to completely embrace, at least for me) on my new Mindful Moments Calendar for today, January 8.
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
Oh Goodness, Marveling this Morn!
CHRISTMAS GOOD MORNING!
Definitely marveling today.
Robert and I are up in Atlanta for a week celebrating our Seventh Wedding Anniversary.
We’re staying at a very cool Airbnb with a terrific view of the Atlanta skyline from our balcony.
Other than sitting on the balcony, we’ve seen a beautifully moving performance of A Christmas Carol at The Alliance Theatre …
God blessed us everyone!
And The Nutcracker at The Cobb Energy Center …
(Do you think at 71 I’m a bit too old to become a world-famous male ballet dancer?)
For our anniversary dinner, we went to the beautiful Atlanta Fish Market.
Afterwards, I went to the market section of the restaurant and bought HR a good-sized fish for our anniversary—and then had our picture taken in front of it before it was iced and wrapped to be taken home.
Tonight we head to The Atlanta Botanical Garden for their FABULOUS Garden Lights, Holiday Nights outdoor lights display.
Come and go with us! Help us celebrate 7.
Marveling. Marveling. Marveling.
My beautiful small southern city of Savannah has twenty-two extant squares, each unique, in our Historic District.
Robert and I live just off the northeastern-most one, Washington Square, close to the river.
But this morning is about the Square formally known as Calhoun Square.
Here’s the link to the article in case you are interested. (It made the national news.)
https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/25/us/savannah-square-susie-king-taylor
Oh, and just so you know, the previous name of the square? Calhoun Square, named after John C. Calhoun, a former vice president of the United States, who owned slaves and vigorously defended the institution of slavery.
“What he stood for is not what Savannah stands for,” Savannah mayor Van Johnson said.
Way to go, Savannah!
And Congratulations to Susie King Taylor!
Marveling at finding Simple Beauty even at the grocery store.
Grandson Daniel is dating a girl … two years older than he is.
Definitely Marveling this morning!
So the other day, HR and I were spending far more time than is socially acceptable walking around and looking at all the fresh veggies and fruits at our favorite local market, Davis Produce, near us here in Savannah on the way out to the ocean.
When all of a sudden, I saw her …
An incredible beauty of a tomato.
A work of natural art.
Striped glory.
So of course, I rescued her from retail and brought her home.
What a Standout she is among her brothers and sisters!
Marveling this Monday Morn at the Grandeur of my favorite color, Green.
Marveling at the Joy and Humor of accepting—even embracing—the truth that we are all Imperfect.
GIGGLE #1
So the other day I was in Kroger, minding my own business and heading down the refrigerated coffee creamer aisle toward the Nutpods. (TMI?) A slim pretty lady, dressed Lululemon-ishly in yoga pants and a cool form-fitting t-shirt flashing three big words, came barreling toward me, with phone in hand feverishly texting her husband to remind him of their luncheon date at the club. Okay, I made up that last part, but I am NOT making up what happened next.
Continuing her multitask walk/jog/text exercise routine, Fit Lady, with head down, slammed directly into me before I had the common sense to skulk* against the butter.
*skulk: “to get out of sight, typically with a cowardly motive.”
To her credit. Lulu, clearly embarrassed, profusely apologized, then made her way toward the organic, gluten-free, goat’s milk yogurt. Okay, I made up that last part again.
But I’m not making up the three words on the front of her T-shirt: “BE HERE NOW.”
GIGGLE #2
The other day, Robert and I sashayed into Whole Foods, he detouring just past the entrance to look at the flowers, while I glanced at the featured items front and center.
But before I tell you what I saw, let me remind you of part of the Whole Foods mission statement:
Here’s what I saw.
“Homemade whipped cream!” I gasped. “I bet that’s better than Cool Whip.”
Excited far beyond a normal range, I leaned in a little closer.
“Wait, what does that say in the fine print?” I asked myself with growing concern.
I hustled HR away from the sunflowers and hydrangea blooms, and we both stood there, giggling imperfectly in the front of “Whole” Foods.
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