richelle-e-goodrich

The happiest adults are those who never buried old toys or abandoned imaginary friends.

Happiness has two hands: one with strength for lifting up heavy hearts and a gentle hand for tickling.

There are those who fear the sunset, worried they will never see light again. There are those who ignore the sunrise, squandering dawn, believing they will never run out of daylight. And then there are those who have learned to live in the sun's warmth, gauging time by its positions, thankful at night that the day happened. Be aware of time. Use it wisely. Be thankful for the light allotted.

Personal problems appear big because we press our nose to the glass to observe them. This only serves to magnify our troubles. The problems of others we tend to view at a reasonable distance from the window, making their woes and bothers appear ordinary. Too bad we don't naturally take a few steps back before considering our own plight.

I don't understand why when I wish for happiness it inevitably rains. However, I do tend to find myself grateful for sunlight once the storm ceases.

Patience is seeing each step as a journey rather than seeing a journey as a thousand steps.

There is a sky full of stars aplenty, and all you can babble about is a cold, little rock we call the moon. This is how it is with petty problems that exist too close to us.

It is a great mystery to me how the problems of others seem like simple arithmetic while my own appear as complicated as a calculus equation.

Sometimes a problem isn__ really a problem but the solution in disguise.

Thanksgiving is not only being aware of the abundance of good in the world but embracing it.

Have the wisdom to perceive all there is to be thankful for, and then be thankful for the wisdom to perceive things so clearly.

The humanitarian is a treasure hunter seeking gems of remedy and appreciation.

Oh what marvels fill me with thanksgiving!The deep mahogany of a leaf once green. The feathered fronds of tiny icicles coating every twig and branch in a wintry landscape. The feel of goosebumps thawing after endured frozen temperatures. Both hands clamped around a hot mug of herbal tea. The aromatic whiff of mint under my nose. The stir of emotion from a child's cry for mommy. A gift of love detached of strings. Spotted lilies collecting raindrops in a cupped clump of petals. The vibrant mélange of colors on butterfly wings. The milky luster of a single pearl. Rainbows reflecting off iridescence bubbles. Awe-struck silence evoked by any form of beauty.Avocado flecks in your eyes.Warm hands on my face.Sweetness on the tongue.The harmony of voices.An answered prayer.A pink balloon.A caress.A smile.More.These have become my treasures by virtue of thanksgiving.

It is easy to say I am thankful for the sweet and beautiful things in life: flower gardens, ice cream cones, diamond rings, dances under moonlight, children__ laughter, birdsongs, and the like. The challenge is recognizing things of value in the dark, sour, uglier parts of life. But if you look hard enough, you will find that even tough times offer pearls worthy of gratitude.

Night helps us appreciate daylight, while lengthy days make us yearn for a good stretch of night.

Gratitude possesses all the energy of a sunbeam. That is how it makes life blossom.

Find much to be grateful for in every day. Doing so will not only enrich your life, it will bless those around you in ways you may never know.

Every person sees the world through lenses of his or her own design__ndividual goggles that alter focus and perspective as desired. For those who wish the world to be dark and ugly and unapproachable, it is. But for those who wish it to be beautiful, it is a garden playground blooming with bright, happy colors.