Random Acts of Lovely

We the people need to be more engaged. That's what I think. And we ought to seek out lovely things. And! And! We need to spread the loveliness. There's magic in it, I swear, when you notice a little something that makes your day, or at least makes you smile even a little bit. There is magic in making people smile! With this in mind, I've decided to start a little project called Random Acts of Lovely, wherein I will try do little lovely things at least once a week and document them here.
This is my first attempt, just a quick jotted note on a post-it placed just so on the bathroom mirror in the public bathroom of the building where I work. Women so often look in the mirror and think decidedly un-lovely things. We shouldn't do that. Maybe this post-it will be an eensy little reminder for the women who happen through there today.

PS If anyone who reads this is inspired to commit their own Random Act of Lovely, send me a note and tell me about it. Take pictures! I will post them here on the bloggity blahg. [Email amberlynn underscore scott at yahoo dot com].

So inspired.

I just found Color Me Katie yesterday -- Katie Sokoler is a street artist and photographer living in Brooklyn, and her projects are just so happy-making. She's actually inspired me to do a little something something. Details to come!

Gossamer things.

Mulling over lock-step routine, of waking up and facing a day that is the same as the last one, every single day. I’m thinking of petty frustrations and short tempers and impatience, and teeth-gritting at the end of the day. I’m thinking of how I got to that place, why I should have this irritating gravel of discontent in my chest. How did that gravel get there?

I’m thinking of big ideas, about the decisions that have to be made to change the shape and texture of your life, of the hard work it can take to get there. I’m thinking of impossible dreams, dreams so big they’re almost unfathomable: dancing on your toes from star to star, swinging from the crescent tip of the moon. Gossamer things. Delicate wishes, crystalline hopes, the things so big and so beautiful you’re afraid that if you touch them, they’ll shatter.

Then there’s the pull of the two ideas: how to appreciate the moment while at the same time working to get yourself out of these moments because you yearn to be somewhere else.

How the answer is a seed of something inside, a small, round core that shines all the time when you let it. There should be something good in you, something to be content in, no matter where you are. And how I lose sight of that core all the time, how I let it lose its luster.

I’m sitting in an office, surrounded by square things. But inside, a small flare, a solar burst boundless and shapeless in the making. A light to live by.