Today, after months days of torrential, biblical, epic rain and hail, the sun has said, Enough! and pushed her way through the grey and gloom. It won’t last – more rain is on the way, but for this morning, for this instant, as I hang out the laundry, my most beautiful thing is the sunshine warming my face.
This post is part of the My Most Beautiful Thing Blogsplash in celebration of Fiona Robyn’s book The Most Beautiful Thing, available for free download today and tomorrow. Fiona’s thoughtful explanation of her decision to offer the book for free is worth a read. Ms Marshmallow would approve.
What’s your most beautiful thing?
So beautiful! Ooh I can almost smell the crisp linen. Rain/hail/sun melange here. Soak it up Duchess…
That feeling is beautiful, Downith. Thanks for reminding us!
Since the question is up now: This morning, my most beautiful thing was the commute — the sunlight off the river, the gorgeous historical buildings on the other side, and the bridge in the background. . .
Sounds like a lovely commute Sarah.
Loving the sunshine here too, twinkling off the lake that used to be the back garden.
Hah!
My most beautiful thing? Seeing my oldest daughter wake up with a smile today after three days of a horrific (is there any other kind?) stomach bug. Ahh.
Wishing you continued beautiful things, my friend.
Glad she’s feeling better. Nothing worse than a sick child.
gorgeous. can feel it…
What a gorgeous photo, D. It’s got happy and hope written all over it.
My most beautiful thing: A photo of a smiling 14 yr old girl in my email box, her blonde hair in a Katniss/Hunger Games braid. She’s a friend’s daughter and was in a freak ATV accident 2 weeks ago. In a hospital far from here, a brilliant team of surgeons have reattached her arm. This is the first photo any of us have seen of her since the accident. I can’t stop looking at it.
Oh Teri, how awful but how wonderful that they’ve reattached her arm.
It’s just crazy the shit that can happen.
Sending you and your friend and that brave little girl hugs.
that sunburst makes me happy.
i need more happy in my life right now, so thank you.
Hang in there, amyg.
My beautiful thing is the five nights my husband has reserved for me at a condo in the mountains. I will go there the day after my last workday on this job, and finish my revisions to get this sucker back to my agent and out there on the market.
So many kinds of beautiful there, I hardly know where to begin.
Beautiful husband for starters.
I do believe the words “back to my agent” are, well, pretty darn spectacular. I’m all giddy for you!!
I know! Just typing out “my agent” makes me smile. But the most beautiful part of this is, as the Duchess pointed out, my husband’s understanding of what I need and what he can do to help. He gets me more than I sometimes give him credit for.
Also, it gets better. They comped us an extra night, so I’m actually getting six nights! The smut-gods are smiling on me.
Cheers to your 6 nights of solitude!!!
“Comped” Ha ! The only other time I have ever heard that word was when I was in Vegas!
I love that photo! It says spring to my laundry hangin’ heart.
My most beautiful thing? Right now it’s that the phone isn’t ringing much while I’m filling in for the receptionist. That means I have some time to read blogs. Yay!
Lisa, you and I are simpatico, give or take 2 minutes.
I LOVE that photo.
My beautiful thing is this hour, alone, listening to NPR and being here, with all of you. I wish it would last forever.
Thanks for the reminder to look for beauty. I’ll go do it right now. (Nothing like line-dried towels. Mmmm.)
Today it was taking a walk in the woods and coming across the sun hitting the river just so, as a heron flew overhead. Also, it’s my cat in this moment, lying flat on her back with her feet in the air and her tongue sticking out.
A beautiful photo. I can feel the breeze. My most beautiful thing? My grandchildren, of course. Every single moment so precious as I watch them grow. The writer allowing free download of her books? Good idea! The fun is in knowing people are reading your words. If no one reads a book is it a book? My grandaughter’s guitar teacher has composed enough music to fill a disk and I told him I like to listen to that disk when I am writing and he said “I don’t care how people listen to it as long as they listen to it.” I like that attitude.
I am Ms. Marshmallow and I approve this post.
This is so cheesy. I’m actually embarrassed to write it. But the my most beautiful thing is the woman I’m in love with.
Downith so glad you have this! I was worried it would never never stop. Here it has been so sunny I was almost ashamed to say. English damp! Here the cherries are ripening and so am I!