Vroom vroom

  I’m sitting in the Denver airport waiting for my connection home. As I was waking from one gate to the next I passed this little dream machine. I do want it to zoom up and down the hallways with. Oh the fun that would be had. It would be all the better if  it comes equipped with flashing emergency lights. I had a great happiness moment thinking of laughing and zooming. 
If you can please send a prayer or healing light or whatever you believe to my almost 16 year old nephew tonight. He’s in the hospital awaiting hip surgery. He is a deeply loved child of God and we all want him to have a healing journey. 


The bicycle with red flowers. 

Something about this bicycle caught my eye today as I was out walking around Old Town Albuquerque. I had to stop and stare at it for a little while. 

What kind of person do you think rides around town on this bike with red flowers  in the basket? I’m guessing they’re the kind of person I want to sit down and share a cup of tea with. 

I imagine a happy, whimsical person pedalling down the road on this bike. Maybe even gliding down hills with their head back in laughter and their feet stuck out to the sides. It’s the kind of bicycle that would have a name. 

My happiness moment was spent today imagining the person who belongs to this wonderful bicycle. 


Our Lady Guadalupe

I was feeling a little down this afternoon when I headed out for my walk. I’m overtired which always makes my emotions feel that much more intense (and makes me that much more unable to deal with them).

One thing I have learned over this past year is that it is always possible to find happiness in each and every moment. The kicker is to remember to allow it and to look for it. I’ve had some pretty crappy things happen in 2015 and still, every day I sat down and thought about at least one moment that made me happy and left me feeling grateful in that day.

With that in mind but still carrying a little woe is me, I went for my walk around Old Town Albuquerque. It seems every time I explore there’s another little side walkway that I have not noticed before. This time I turned at a sign for a museum and instead ended up at the doorway of a small church. 

It was like God guided me here to remind me that He’s always there holding my hand. I needed that little reminder of love and support. I felt my heart lift and lighten as I walked in the doorway.  

Inside was this beautiful mural. I stood and looked at it for quite a while (I may have also cried in front of it for a bit, whatever. I thought I was done public crying at the end of 2015 but apparently that’s not the case). It made me feel so loved and warm and cared for just standing in this small but holy space.


Off to the side there was a small chapel and I walked to the front and stood at the cross and prayed for a little while. Mostly I just gave thanks for all of the blessings I have in my life. I have two beautiful children who make my world complete, I have a wonderfully strong and supportive family, I have friends who hold me up and laugh with me, I have that dog and those cats who fill my heart. I am a blessedly lucky person with all of the things that bring me joy and happiness.

Sometimes I just need that quiet space to remember how happy I am. I am so thankful I was guided into this little church. It was my happiness moment today.


A welcoming smile 

 Friendliness goes a long way towards making a stranger feel welcome.  I have been impressed over and over again at how warm and inviting the people are as I’m encountering them during my walks around Old Town.  

My happiness moment is the warm in the heart feeling I was left with after my walk filled with friendly smiles. Some of that warmth also comes from the copious amount of chiles I’ve been eating. 


The Church Street Cafe. 

Without a lot of morning and groanong about the details, suffice it to say that the last 24 hours have not been some of the better ones. Travelling can be a challenge and this trip threw a lot of surprises our way. 

We were feeling exhausted and frustrated this afternoon when we headed to Old Town in search of some lunch, some sunshine, and some sights. A place named the Church Cafe had been recommended to us, so that was where we decided to stop. 

Not only was the food fantastic but the waiter was so kind and funny that I left feeling so much more positive and happy about things. I don’t know that he realizes what a ray of sunshine he was on a gloomy day. We all need those bright rays shining on us and I’m so grateful that we happened upon his place. 

It is a great happiness moment to realize how a small act of kindness can make a big difference to someone. And a happy belly is that much more of a bonus!

On our way back to the hotel we saw this. Mom calls it Scary Mary in a tree.