Attitude of Gratitude: A Juxtaposition of Contradiction

It’s not a sight you expect to see, especially when the day has aged past noon.

I can’t say what drew my attention, as I am known for keeping my eyes down, straight-ahead, and focused.

Yesterday, I looked up.

To my right, the sun smiled sweetly, warming autumn tinged breezes on her climb.

And on my left, the milky, waning moon had hung around to watch the show.

It was a beautiful juxtaposition of contradiction;

reminding me to remember,

to refuse limitations imposed by fear,

and to give thanks.

>Attitude of Gratitude: A Juxtaposition of Contradiction

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It’s not a sight you expect to see, especially when the day has aged past noon.

I can’t say what drew my attention, as I am known for keeping my eyes down, straight-ahead, and focused.

Yesterday, I looked up.

To my right, the sun smiled sweetly, warming autumn tinged breezes on her climb.

And on my left, the milky, waning moon had hung around to watch the show.

It was a beautiful juxtaposition of contradiction;

reminding me to remember,

to refuse limitations imposed by fear,

and to give thanks.

The sun rises slowly.

As she bravely shows her majestic head,

she warms, first, the lowest and darkest parts of our landscape.

And, if I am present…if I pay attention, I can see the warmth build as it is accepted.

I can watch, and marvel, that the sensation becomes a living thing, all it’s own,

as she is joined in her efforts by those she has touched.

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The sun rises slowly.

As she bravely shows her majestic head,

she warms, first, the lowest and darkest parts of our landscape.

And, if I am present…if I pay attention, I can see the warmth build as it is accepted.

I can watch, and marvel, that the sensation becomes a living thing, all it’s own,

as she is joined in her efforts by those she has touched.