i have a gratitude journal on my iphone. every night before bed, i write (type) a list of tiny moments of gratitude.

like the sunlight reflected by the stained glass window that reminded me of a rainbow-edged wing.

or the miniature acorns that were hanging on a snow-covered evergreen as if they were nature’s own christmas ornaments.

or my first (and so far, only) latte art heart.

or the snowflake trail i found in one of my photos after an afternoon spent watching fat fluffy snowflakes fall to the ground while atlas tried to follow the scent of a rabbit.

i like the act of collecting these moments.

they remind me that a simple life can be full + rich + wondrous. even when my mind tries to convince me otherwise.