I am working on the accessibility thing, and so far things are looking good. I am reminded more and more every day how much I love people, and how extraordinary we all are.
Yesterday--or was it the day before? the days are blending together--I was walking to the village in the morning to scout out Christmas shopping prospects. One thing I really love is eating fruit while I'm walking - I always feel awkward when I'm walking and not doing anything with my hands (hush, you dirty-minded people) so I like bringing along things to eat. And this is the season for my favorite, favorite, favorite fruit: satsumas, or clementines.
These were the best ones I'd ever had. As I let each little droplet-shaped pulp-let of fruit break on my teeth, the flavor permeating my entire mouth, I smiled. Because in that moment, I was blissfully happy. Just walking, eating oranges, nothing to do. No rush.
It's funny how happiness works. For me, it comes in waves, little spikes of it throughout the day. When I leave the computer at work to get a cup of coffee and inhale the rich smell, when a stranger smiles at me, when I stop to pet a cat or to watch a hummingbird flit around, when I see something funny and I chuckle to myself. When I break a banana into perfect thirds, when I can peel an orange and the peel is one big spirally piece of amazing citrus-y smelling wrap. Little things, little piques of joy, the extra oomph to your step that you get every once in a while when you snap out of the reverie of things. When you stop to take a deep breath in, when you look at the sky and marvel at the clouds. Sometimes it's something so small, too...but the effect it has on you can be bigger than you ever imagined.
So my advice? Let the little things get (through) to you.
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