Yesterday morning there was the prettiest little crescent moon hanging in the sky.
I stared up at it and thought: how many beautiful things do I miss entirely?
And then, on a walk, I passed a grandfather pushing a stroller.
He, and the child in the stroller, were both singing “Love Me Do” at their top of their lungs. They were beautiful.
As we head into this week of gratitude, I am going to give thanks by paying attention. I want to see and love and celebrate every luminous thing.

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