This post is a mashup of The Little Bliss List and Joy Jam, and as such is meant to celebrate: the little things that brought me hope and happiness this week, the sweet stuff of life, those small gifts that brought me joy this week. By sharing them, I not only make public my gratitude, but maybe also help you notice your own good stuff and send some positive energy out into the world.
1. Two amazing yoga classes. We had a sub on Sunday morning, and even though I missed my regular teacher, it was an amazing class. One of those classes that is yoga at every level–body, heart, and mind. I felt so alive afterwards, and so loved. Then in my Monday class, sadly Niight‘s last one with us, I did a headstand!!! I’ve done them before, but always need help getting up there, and this time, even though I still depended on the wall to stay upright, I was able to get up there all by myself. I did two of them, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.
2. The color of this rose in my backyard. I can’t decide if I should look at it or eat it. I imagine it would taste like the most perfectly ripe peach.
3. Neon green grasshopper. I didn’t even know they could be this color.
4. Comments on yesterday’s post. I have days where I don’t quite know what to write about, when I consider not even posting, but end up doing so anyway (like I’ve said before, I almost can’t help it now), but without the same certainty or plan I normally have. Yesterday was one of those days, but I trusted that something would come and wrote anyway, and I got some of the sweetest comments and nicest feedback. It reinforces the fact that I just need to show up with confidence and an open-heart, and the medicine, the magic will meet me there.
5. Making a mess, making art. Just in case you don’t believe me, here’s proof–proof of the mess at least!
6. My boys of summer. Oh, how I love them.
Bonus Joy: gifted plants. Last year, one of my yoga teachers gave me some plants from her garden. This year, she gave me many, many more, as did as a fellow student who is also one of my Shambhala teachers. There is something so special, so precious about making a garden from gifted plants. I feel loved every time something sprouts or blooms, remembering the person who gave me that green. I think it’s the best way to landscape, with heart.