Today gratitude was related to feeling of spontaneous joy over tiny little things, while transporting myself to work and back again.
Starting this morning at the train station. Early but still quite warm and sunny. Walking up the stairs to the platform, and noticing these to "men" of different ages, each reading an old fashioned newspaper on their way to "work". The grown man with his briefcase reading his paper standing, and the young man sitting with his schoolbag in front of him, while reading his paper on the ground.
No idea why they me smile, and feel joy. But they did.
In the train having the same feeling while sitting next to a father and his 18 (?) year old son. Seeing them reading stuff on their phones, and listening to music, but at the same time sharing screens, obviously connecting and running small implied conversations. Watching the son being an absolute copy of his father, and sensing the connection between them this morning, made the feeling of joy return.
Stepping out on the streets of Copenhagen, smelling SPRING in the air so strong, warm, sweet and still fresh, inhaling greedy, while walking to the office and spotting a very colorful women, dressed in a way that you'll never see in other regions of Denmark. Smiled again and enjoyed being back in CPH.
And then when driving back home late in the afternoon, suddenly spotting this beautiful girl with millions of black braids decorating her face, and hanging down to her shoulders and back. Her skin where golden brown, her coat sparkling green, and in her hand she was holding a very red balloon. Passing one station after the other, she was mindfully blowing to the balloon over and over again, watching the balloon drifting away just a tiny little bit to her right, until it got caught by her string, and was drawn back towards her mouth.
She looked absolutely amazing fully concentrated on this repetitive act, and when she finally noticed me watching her, she sent me a bright smile, only a little bit shy, and then she went back to her focused game with the balloon.
Just another tiny little event, that made me smile and feeling joy.
And then feeling grateful for the feeling of joy.
Starting this morning at the train station. Early but still quite warm and sunny. Walking up the stairs to the platform, and noticing these to "men" of different ages, each reading an old fashioned newspaper on their way to "work". The grown man with his briefcase reading his paper standing, and the young man sitting with his schoolbag in front of him, while reading his paper on the ground.
No idea why they me smile, and feel joy. But they did.
In the train having the same feeling while sitting next to a father and his 18 (?) year old son. Seeing them reading stuff on their phones, and listening to music, but at the same time sharing screens, obviously connecting and running small implied conversations. Watching the son being an absolute copy of his father, and sensing the connection between them this morning, made the feeling of joy return.
Stepping out on the streets of Copenhagen, smelling SPRING in the air so strong, warm, sweet and still fresh, inhaling greedy, while walking to the office and spotting a very colorful women, dressed in a way that you'll never see in other regions of Denmark. Smiled again and enjoyed being back in CPH.
And then when driving back home late in the afternoon, suddenly spotting this beautiful girl with millions of black braids decorating her face, and hanging down to her shoulders and back. Her skin where golden brown, her coat sparkling green, and in her hand she was holding a very red balloon. Passing one station after the other, she was mindfully blowing to the balloon over and over again, watching the balloon drifting away just a tiny little bit to her right, until it got caught by her string, and was drawn back towards her mouth.
She looked absolutely amazing fully concentrated on this repetitive act, and when she finally noticed me watching her, she sent me a bright smile, only a little bit shy, and then she went back to her focused game with the balloon.
Just another tiny little event, that made me smile and feeling joy.
And then feeling grateful for the feeling of joy.
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