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.
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.
Marveling this Monday Morn at the Grandeur of my favorite color, Green.
The yummy green in my homemade vegetable broth. Grandson Daniel loving the green in “Wicked” on Broadway the other day. And sporting green, while hamming it up at “Little Shop of Horrors”Home grown tomatoes trying to steal green’s glory in a simple summer salad. “Weeds” finding a way to thrive through man’s pavement.
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.