The power was out this morning. I hadn't written my post in advance, which means it didn't get written at all. Until Now.
These tiny crèche figures make me happy, staring out from the bookcase, like a little secret.
Shimmery turquoise toenails make me happy as well. I suppose they aren't really a Christmas color. But they spark joy nonetheless.
As does a warm bowl of West Indian style curry. While I worked at the reception desk at my church this morning, I read the new issue of the Art of Eating, which has gone digital. As I read about food and spices, I was thinking about cooking, and about the nice bowl of curry that was awaiting my return. After a morning of work, and a few errands, I was more than happy to curl up on the sofa, in front of a fire on this rainy Thursday, with warm stew and bare toes, thinking about the simple pleasures and the joy they bring.
