grace in small things. 130 of 365.

grace in small things. 129 of 365.

beets freshly picked from the garden, with all of their stems and leaves still intact.
cats who like to ham it up for the camera.
starting my weekend off with a massage.
closing my eyes and loosening up my whole body so that I can feel every wave that the ferry goes over, instead of bracing myself against them.
finding my sunglasses at a friend’s house before I even realized they were missing.

remembering to bring a lunch and a snack to work which meant I could avoid going into the obnoxiously crowded market full of slow-moving tourists.
having an unobstructed view of the parade from my second floor office.
eating Mexican food on Canada day.
the shiny heads of seals.
running around in heels all day and not getting any blisters.

the red feather on the sidewalk that I know had to have come from a drag queen’s feather boa.
black squirrels.
the dog on the ferry who got to hang his head out the window and sniff all the awesome ocean smells.
resisting the urge to get dessert even though I really, really wanted to.
being $7 closer to my trip to California because I didn’t indulge my sweet tooth after supper.

my friend’s clean apartment.
having the keys to my friend’s clean apartment while she’s away,
being firmly planted onto my friend’s couch with many blankets and a warm laptop.
my friend’s impulsive purchase of a flat screen tv oh so many months ago because it means that on this quiet Sunday, I can watch television.
living in the same building as my friend so that I can visit her apartment without having to put on proper clothes or shoes or showering.

the old man who played a tango on his accordian.
the young man who, without any preparation or hesitation, did a back flip and then continued walking without missing a beat.
the ridiculous inventions people come up with.
the james brown dance party I had at my desk this afternoon.
braving a bus transfer and east van and subsequently having a lovely time at a bbq.

the first seven lines on page 175 of The Handmaid’s Tale.
free star wars presents for my nephews.
my new wooden business card holder.
getting a free massage because my friend needed a model to work on for a photo shoot.
people who ask for my opinion on a fashion choice and can handle it when I tell them the truth.

the guy who was so nervous about picking the perfect present for his girlfriend back home.
the bonding of strangers over the death of Michael Jackson.
Jeff Goldblum not being dead.
ginger ale and dark chocolate.
the act of flopping onto a couch.

forcing myself to take a few minutes before work to stand on my balcony and listen to the rain and just breathe.
the feeling of the rain hitting my skin.
drinking caffeinated tea and feeling chatty instead of sick.
reminiscing about my first year of university.
my new fridge.