Yay!  Tsaladhe farmer’s market had nice fresh veggies!  Excited over my treasures, I carefully assembled a salad.  I chopped the lettuce neatly, the long, crisp leaves unfurled while the bright green color just shouted at me “vitamins for you my dear!”  My mom had the perfect way of slicing tomatoes… and honestly as a mom of five I often just chop them every which way and toss them in the salad bowl.  But today…. I chopped them just like my mom:  perfectly thin, oblong, bite size juicy tomatoes.  My ALL-TIME fav-O-rite avocadoes joined the bowl crew, accompanied by carrot wedges, green peppers, broccoli, and cauliflower pieces.  Cranberries and oven roasted almonds adorned the top of the masterpiece, and I think might have accidentally said something like… “Wa-Lah.  It is Vreadeee to Zeet” in my best French chef voice.

This was no ordinary salad, so out of the cupboard came my best, special, only-for-this-type-of-greenery-goodness wooden salad bowls.  It was complete, and I served it to my boys….

The air was still.  The birds sang gently in this moment of beauty. I might have heard a faint harp in the background even.  Then it was there:

“What are we eating for real food?”

“This IS real food.  What do you mean?”

“You know, real food, like a hot dog, or something..?”

A HOT DOG or something?  Happy, singing, rainbow train halts.  Smoke stops puffing.  Slowly backs all the way back to the station…..

Perspective.  It guides what we do.  How we think. What we eat. 🙂  Why we act.  How we view others. Often it greatly affects our mood and outlook.

I have a “bad” day because I spilled my latte, argue with a buddy, lose my wallet, have a slight headache from lack of said coffee, lose my keys, fuel my car whilst spilling it on my skirt making me stinky all day, lose my phone, and realize my amazon account was hacked and I have wrong charges pending..

But, let me take a look again:  I woke up breathing, with Wesley snuggled up beside me smiling –full of life and happy.  My sons and husband all enjoyed a nice breakfast together, laughing and joking about the baseball game the night before.  I fueled my car and didn’t have to worry about how I would pay for it today.  The sunrise was amazing, and the sunset was even more beautiful.  My mom called and we chatted, giggled and enjoyed thinking about my new twin nieces to soon-come.  A phone call encouraged me by reminding me how much my heavenly Father loves me, and cares about every little detail of my life.  I found my keys, phone, and wallet.  My mother-in-law picked up my boys from school and they sent me a text to tell me they were enjoying a yummy, delectable ice cream treat together.  I walked, talked, sang, ran, danced, laughed, and smiled all during my day.

And I need to stop there…. Because that’s only the beginning of that particular list, and you guys need to rest your eyes at some point methinks.

I reject my salad, because I’m too focused on looking at most everything from one angle.  How dare anything interrupt my perfect flow of life?  What is the perfect flow actually Joani? And more importantly… who presented you with the ascendancy to determine what is perfect and good for your life?  If everything was always rosey pink, how would I ever gain appreciation for the red… the blue… the yellow… the green… and even the magenta days?

If I continue to dwell on the hot dog as needed for dinner… I will  surely miss out on the enjoyment of the amazing scrumdiddlyumptious salad.

Perspective:  It might change how you enjoy what’s for dinner…. And more  😉

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Mailman:  Beautiful day…

Elwood P. Dowd:  Oh, every day is a beautiful day.

~From one of my favorite movies – the 1950 “Harvey” starring Jimmy Stewart

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2 responses »

  1. What a truly beautiful post. Do you have any idea how much I miss you? Your thoughts today remind me why I love the phrase “love colored glasses”. You definitely have them on today. I know what I’m having for lunch today…

    • Thank-you so, so much — For many, many reasons that compliment means bunches coming from you. I miss you my sweet friend, but not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for a friend who showed me in a fear-filled crisis how to put rose-colored glasses on and smile in the midst of a storm….

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