I have trained myself to look for light and love and beauty and to find it anywhere and everywhere I can. As often as I can.
This is probably most evident in my love for and delight in my yellow birds.
Can I tell you how much and how often they’re coming to see me these days? So many. So often. Morning, afternoon, and even sometimes evening. Each time I am thrilled.
And it’s not just them. It’s the sky in the morning, the evening, and throughout the day. It’s the trees against the sky. It’s even other birds, though sometimes I have been known to say out loud, “It’s okay that you’re not yellow. I like you anyway.”
People often ask me how I find so much joy in my heart. I’m becoming more and more aware that it’s an intentional choice.
I could choose to stay focused on all that’s wrong and all that I wish were different, but once I’ve looked enough to decide what I can and will about things, I don’t think staying there helps me. I know that, for me, my best steps are to acknowledge what’s real and what I’m feeling, question if all that is true or is it, perhaps, another lie or misthinking or negativity bias in my head, feel what I really need to feel, and then breathe in love and light and hope and joy.
There is such beauty around us, along with all the hardship and wrongs. There is such beauty and light within us and within the people we’re surrounded by, if we only choose to notice it. There is such a chance and choice to let a yellow bird mean that life is good and you are loved, if that makes you feel even a wee bit better.
I take that chance. I make that choice. I feel way more than a wee bit better.
I breathe in love and light.
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