We encountered this fellow outside of Powell's Books in Portland on our honeymoon (notice the bike rack). We asked him, "Why?"
His response? "I had some free time, and I just wanted to do something positive."
We'll take it.
Last night my husband said something profound. He does that from time to time ;) He said, "You know, I think I need to realize that maybe I don't need to remind myself of the sobering side of life all the time, I need to remind myself of the hope."
A downward spiraling economy. Tax season. The crumbling neighborhood next door. Broken hearts. Hungry children. Disease. Hate.
There's plenty out there to worry about. And I think we are called to notice these things. To care.
But we are also called to hope. And I think part of that is noticing beauty.
In early signs of spring. Soft morning light. Sticky-faced smiles. Little girl dances. Smells of home. A hug from a stranger.
So I'm passing along the reminder to you today:
"Beauty surrounds you even in the oddest, most sterile of places. Open your eyes and notice things, and you will remain open to wonder."
-Mike Howerton, Miles to Cross