Here’s the thing about me.  I always wonder if I am doing it right.  This thing we call life.  There are somedays when I walk around, with my feet stuck to earth by that old gravity… and my mind in the sky… a million miles away.  I probably look like Mrs. Incredible when she gets all stretchy from here to there.

Yet….I go to places which are everywhere but where my feet are currently touching the ground.  Not necessarily day-dreaming places… like when I was a kid.  Nope.  I go to past experiences; situations where I have already been.  Most of the time, they are those incidents which are bothering me somehow.  And I say in my head what I certainly SHOULD have said in that moment.

But dummy me.  That moment is gone for good. It serves no purpose to revisit that instant again, and again, and again.  Instead… I should be looking out for the wonder right in front of me.

Other times my head goes to those far off places in the future.  The events of the day which are coming around the bend.  Or the week, or the month… or just any old possibilities.  And I worry about them going right, or how I am going to fit time in…. to do this or that.  Again… all that worry serves no real purpose.

I am getting to the point that I think what really does matter, and matters the most…. is…. that we do our little bits of goodness right where we are. It may not be saving the world, but it is taking someone’s grocery cart back to the corral for them, or smiling at the Slurpee-Meister behind the counter.. and telling him what a good job he is doing.

I think those little gestures of kindness may start to add up.  And… as Albert Schweitzer said…”Do something wonderful, people may imitate it.”

As it is, I know some truly beautiful people.  They are the ones that radiate goodness, and wholeness, and strength. My guess… is that they have gone through a crap-storm or two.  And as such…. because of their struggle, and endurance…. they have this keen appreciation for life.  It fills them up with compassion, or concern, or genuine love. They do not discount anyone, it seems.

Those are the beautiful people I am talking about.  The ones who have nurtured their beauty like a prize-winning flower at the Fair.

I want to imitate them.  Just like Albert said.

I can only hope to keep my feet on the ground… and my head in the clouds.  But in those particular clouds…..  which remind me that the world is full of magic things.  And the Universe is just waiting on me.. and my dull senses… to finally sharpen up.

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.” ~Albert Einstein

“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.” ~A.A. Milne