Peanut Butter

Had a 'moment' last night. Let me describe it. It was just beginning to storm outside. I was in my pajamas, in bed, with just a lamp on as I was trying to finish a pretty good novel. I had also just gotten up and made a piece of rye toast with peanut butter and strawberry jam. As I crawled back under the covers with my book and toast and the thunder and lightening, I thanked God. Thanked Him for this moment of just being so alive, so comfortable, with so many small pleasures. I wasn't worried about when I was going to sleep, when I was getting up, or the fact that I was eating such a favourite, but high- calorie snack that late and in bed.

I know some of you may be thinking- lame. Nice Friday night. What is she getting at?

But have you ever known people that have this special knack for always seeing just these tiny little beautiful things that others overlook? I have watched and learned from such people, often women. When I was a teenager, crossing the lake up north in a boat with my aunt, she remarked, "Look at the beautiful colour of your hair with the sun behind it." She sees with different eyes.

With lots of time to sit and observe now, I hope to hone this skill. To look for and appreciate the dozens and dozens of gorgeous moments that are happening all around us and which we usually speed by and of course take for granted. For me, I'm loving the luxury of eating as much peanut butter and jam toast as I want for now!