- the man carrying two bonsai trees down the street.
- having lunch with three of my favourite women.
- buses that drop me off two blocks from home.
- taking my fabulous purple purse out for the first time.
- champagne, pajamas and movies with my lovely mother.
Category: grace in small things
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- the dog carrying a starbucks coffee cup in his mouth.
- rogue buskers playing heart of glass on ukuleles.
- starting my three day weekend.
- taking my mama to see the first night of fireworks on the beach.
- the satisfaction of smashing things.
grace in small things. 148 of 365.
- entire families with scottish accents.
- beat boxing, steel drum playing, buskers.
- opening the door to my apartment and seeing my mama’s smiling face.
- hugs.
- the look on my friend’s faces when they realized how much I look like my mother.
grace in small things. 147 of 365.
- rainbows that appear on my wall from the morning sun hitting the glass fishbowl.
- the man who may have been my soul mate based on the fact that he was eating two jumbo freezies, at the same time, while walking down the street.
- eucalyptus scented glass cleaner.
- knowing that at this time tomorrow, my mama will be in my apartment.
- the excitement of getting to show her the lovely little life I have created here, for the first time.
grace in small things. 146 of 365.
- ubiquitous found objects.
- samurai swords
- clean sheets.
- giving money to buskers who don’t perform on Granville Island.
- my rosemary and mint scented hair, courtesy of a free shampoo and conditioner sample.
grace in small things. 145 of 365.
- people who push a vacuum cleaner in a small, wheeled grocery cart up an escalator.
- songs from the sound of music sung by a man in a shiny jacket in the middle of Chinatown.
- street vendor food.
- dresses with polka dots.
- friends who understand when it’s time for you to go home to bed.
grace in small things. 144 of 365.
- remembering to put on sunscreen.
- playing tour guide.
- the aquarium.
- bbq’s with friends.
- pecan pie with vanilla ice cream.
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- sitting on my favourite bench and taking ten minutes to stop moving and reset myself after a hard day.
- closing my eyes and listening to the sounds of summer.
- the warm sun heating up my black skirt.
- the feeling of the smooth and worn wood of the bench on my hands.
- the colours behind my eyelids when I’m sitting on my bench with my eyes closed listening to the sounds of summer.
grace in small things. 142 of 365.
- the spam email with the subject line ‘your watch is an important necessary.’
- hoola hoops.
- writing strongly worded emails while listening to Thriller.
- the young man who said, ‘if I was a girl, I’d totally buy those earrings.’
- rearranging furniture in a friend’s new apartment.
grace in small things. 141 of 365.
- the way that milk looks like storm clouds when it mixes with hot tea.
- dahlias
- anti-histamines
- the top two of canada’s next top model.
- apple, havarti and crispy bacon grilled sandwiches.
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