Yellow is a happy color

What is your happy color? For me, I love the color yellow. Year’s ago, I even remember a song called, “Yellow is a happy color” written and produced by Charlie Peacock that lifted up the value of the color yellow.

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There are days that call for things that draw our attention to bright spots. Truth be told, even in the darkest of places, there always is a source of light. I don’t say this from a position of idealism or blindness to the hard and difficult things in life. I don’t say this not having experienced the pain of loss or grief personally.

However, and maybe particularly during a dark times, I think its important to look for glimmers of brightness.

For me, it’s like choosing what shoes I’m going to wear on a given day. Yes, I consider what I have ahead of me. Do I anticipate a informal or more formal day at work? What does the weather look like on the forecast? How long is the day going to be? All this taken into account, I tend to choose what fits best, and gives me a bit of brightness to accompany me with each step I take.

Some days, I choose my yellow moccasins, others I pick my shiny red clogs, and some days I wear my tall, waterproof, black boots – and instead of shoes, throw on a colorful scarf for warmth AND color.

Looking for color, brightness and light is a means for me to find my way in the midst of challenge, difficulty and grief. Looking for light does not deny the hardship, but sheds some brightness upon the path ahead.

Where do you see light today?
Where does color help you throughout the day?

May you be aware of the light that is always present and may your path be dotted with color to dot your days with hope.

Hope in cups of Joe

It’s hard to pin-point what is so comforting about a hot cup of coffee, or tea for those who prefer it. On a damp January night, there is something soothing and restful about hot coffee at a small Greek diner I just discovered.

The staff was friendly and conversational – but not too conversational. The food was simple and delicious and all the customers said hello to each other as they entered and exited. All ages and genders were present and all seemed to have a sense of feeling at home in this space.

But I digress, back to coffee.

One thing that all the people gathering in this place had in common was (you guessed it) – COFFEE.

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Some used sugar or yellow packets of sweetener and some used cream – but all who gathered had a hot cup of Joe steaming on the linoleum topped diner table.
The coffee warmed our hands as well as cleared the fog of thoughts and concerns from the day now behind us. To be fair, the coffee I consumed was well over one cup of Joe – I had chosen the bottomless cup.

This, I have to say was an excellent choice and one I am grateful for.

Perhaps I’ve stumbled across a place similar to the old sitcom Cheers, where everyone knows your name. This remains to be seen. But as far as the coffee is concerned, the bottomless black cup with one sweetener was balm for my soul.

Cups of Joe should always be bottomless and offer a cup to go, just as this diner did.
Overflowing cups of coffee are something we all need from time to time.
Who would have thought that hope would show up in a simple ceramic cup.

May your cup always be filled to the brim.
May your coffee always be hot.
May your hands always know warmth.
May you be aware of hope in everyday places –
in your haves and have-nots.

Where did hope and comfort surprise you today? Please share your response in the comment section below.

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