What Sparks Delight

I've recently realised just how much my happiness depends on how connected I feel to the people around me, to my creativity and to the little things we often take for granted. Without this, accomplishing my goals can feel very empty. There needs to be a balance and so I've decided to start a new blog series dedicated to the little things that spark delight as a way to remain mindful of them.

1. This picture of my uncle's garden

I was rummaging through my digital archives and came across this image of my uncle's garden in Zlate Moravce and I absolutely love this image. I love the composition and its various layers and textures. I get lost looking at it just as I do when I am in it.

2. The beautiful images on African Boheme

I'm in LOVE with Sunshine's ochre colour palette and the way in which she documents her many adventures. Her taste is exquisite and I'm over the moon that she's collaborated with A Colour Story to make her presets accessible to everyone. I've used them here and they are one of my favourites from A Colour Story. You can access these presets on A Colour Story app.

3. Homemade bagels

I've been on a baking a lot recently and one of my favourite things to make is homemade bagels. There is something magical about the process and you can't really buy them around here. Not the Montreal style bagels I grew up eating. I remember buying them at St. Lawrence Market and eating them warm.

So, these are the things that sparked delight for me this week. What about you?

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  • Deborah Brasket says:

    It's so true what you say about accomplishments and happiness, they are not always the same. For me too the small pleasures of life give me the greatest joys. Just this morning, reading so may inspiring blog post from those I follow (including yours) while listening to a favorite playlist was a sweet and wholesome joy. Lately it's been interacting with the feral kitty that's been visiting our home, watching it become more and more comfortable on our patio, staking a claim to one of our comfy chairs, watching it run up and down tree trunks, seemingly just for the joy of it, nothing chasing it. Looking into its eyes and seeing that it does not recognize me as a human, a person, an anything. What it sees, recognizes when it sees me I cannot tell. It's so other-worldly and enchanting, this wild thing I'm enjoying so much.