beauty in the mundane

  It is a quiet evening in this little town in Eastern Oregon that I've learned to call my home. I'm home by myself this evening, it's warm and cozy, and I finally am curled up on the couch with time to think...and here are some thoughts... for whatever they're worth. 

  I got home this afternoon from spring break. It was a very relaxing week spent with my family... exactly what I, for myself, needed to break up the winter dulldrums. As I drove today, I saw beauty of every sort, from grey cloudy skies, fields and pastures with tinges of green, sage brush stretching on for miles and miles, and majestic, towering, snow-capped mountains. It made me stop and take in once again, the beauty that our Master Creator has designed just for us to enjoy. I got home, and stepped out of the car, and was hit by a gust of cold wind. My first thought was, Not wind...and I wanted to complain about how ready I was for summer. For a little bit, I will be honest, the wind wanted to discourage me. I started to spin out a little bit on how I was gonna fill up the rest of my day... and then a little thought hit home...

  Beauty in the mundane....yes. It was windy and cold today. I would have liked to have gone outside, sat on the porch or went on a walk. That obviously didnt happen, but I found the joy of finding the beauty in the mundane. Now that I sit and think about it, it hasn't been much. It's been the little things, like looking out the window and seeing the mountains looming just right there. It was the time I took to put my feet up and drink an iced coffee. It was the time I took to pick up my book and read for a few minutes. It's being ok with spending a cozy evening by yourself at home. It doesn't have to be much. It's just the small things that can show you the beauty they hold. 

  So yes, I spent the evening at home by myself, but I will tell you this-my laundry is completely caught up, for once in a blue moon. There is a plate of fresh raspberry white chocolate scones sitting on the kitchen counter ready for breakfast in the morning. I'll let you all decide if they were made from a mix or made from scratch, but I'm just happy I have scones to eat.;) There's a pan of fresh, homemade granola sitting on the stovetop right now, cooling. Needless to say, my house smells divine right now. And the best of it all is that most of the dishes are completely done so that's a win for me:) 

  I know this has been rambling, but basically what I'm trying to say is romanticize your life. Find the small beauty in each mundane task. Sometimes those gust of wind, whatever they may be, might try to get you down or discourage you but don't let it. Instead, look harder then you would've to find the beauty in the mundane. 

  

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