All that Glimmers is not Gold

All that glimmers is not gold.  Actually that’s derived from a Wm. Shakespeare line “All that glisters is not gold.”  There may not be many golden “glisters” in daily life, but how about small “glimmers”?  Little tiny moments of joy. They may be unexpected but they’re all around if you look for them.  

Driving out of the park on a horridly hot day I spotted three turkeys, wings spread out, lolling in the shade of a tree.  “How like three humans”, I thought.  Relaxing in the shade. Just being sociable.  I smiled the rest of the way to town.

The early morning silence is another glimmer.  You can see it and feel it; an invigorating start of your day.  Something to remember if your day gets too hectic.

Notice the lights and shadows in the trees.  This time of year we can see the range of warm yellows and reds beginning to burst through the usual green. There’s one tree that’s especially beautiful.  One year it was absolutely orange.  Since then it’s been various shades of red and burgundy. It seems to lead the other trees in the color race. We’ll see what it is this year. Now that’s a real glimmer.

And think how quickly our green hills have become golden.  It’s like overnight and we have a new landscape. Many of our oaks turn a dejected brown before giving up their leaves.  Are they anticipating a long winter?

Someone smiles and waves as you drive by; do you smile and wave back?  You just received a glimmer so give it back.  I was greeted in the store the other day by a woman I didn’t know who said “Hello, Sunshine”.  I thanked her and said “You just made my day brighter.”  That was a glimmer; she walked on smiling too.  Perhaps I shared a glimmer with her.

I needed new winter gloves; steering wheels can be frigid in the wintertime. I found a beautiful pair of softest blue, beautiful, but they had a tiny hole.  I bought them cheap, mended the hole and now I fairly purr when I look at them.  Tomorrow I can wear them, the weather man promises temps in the 50s in the morning and boy, will they feel good.

There are lots of glimmers; I’m trying to accumulate at least three each day.  They may not be pure gold but they add up to a lot of glistening, glimmering good feelings.  

Jackie Deal