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On Saturdays, I would go to the market in Delft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It became my ritual\u2014my one outing of the week during my Long Covid recovery. Some days, I could barely stand on my feet. Walking past the stalls felt like climbing a mountain, my body heavy with exhaustion. But still, I went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was one stand I always stopped at: the flower stall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I would buy roses\u2014sometimes peach, sometimes white, red, or soft rose-pink. No matter how fragile I felt, those roses never failed to lift my spirit. Their colors seemed to whisper life back into my weary heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And in those quiet moments, I sensed something more. As if the divine was gently reminding me: \u201cI am here, even in this. Even in your weakness, even in your waiting.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Those roses weren\u2019t just flowers. They were little messengers of grace. Proof that joy can bloom in the most unexpected places\u2014if only we are willing to notice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When we\u2019re overwhelmed\u2014whether by illness, grief, or simply the weight of the world\u2014our nervous system often stays stuck in \u201csurvival mode.\u201d We stop noticing beauty because we\u2019re scanning for what\u2019s wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But small joys can break that cycle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Neuroscience tells us that moments of delight, gratitude, or wonder soothe our overactive nervous system, lower stress hormones, and support healing. Spiritually, I began to see them as sacred breadcrumbs. Tiny signs that life, or perhaps God, was still walking with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou don\u2019t have to climb the mountain in one leap. Sometimes, all that\u2019s needed is to pause\u2026 and notice the wildflowers growing at your feet.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Here are some gentle ways to invite small joys into your own life:<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83c\udf31 1. Begin with your senses<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n When I was too ill to leave my bed, this practice became a lifeline. I couldn\u2019t walk, meditate, or \u201cdo\u201d much of anything\u2014but I could notice. I could let the morning light fall on my face, listen to the rustle of leaves outside, or rest my hand on my heart and feel its quiet rhythm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This isn\u2019t about forcing gratitude or fixing how you feel. It\u2019s about anchoring yourself in the here and now, gently reminding your nervous system: \u201cI am safe. I am still part of life.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Even in bed, even in stillness, these tiny moments are enough. They are a beginning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83d\udc8c 2. Create a Happiness cards<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n When illness forced me to step away from all of it, I felt a deep emptiness. It was as if a vital part of who I was had gone missing. For a long time, I tried to fill that space by smiling at three strangers during my slow, careful walks. It became a quiet way to offer a little light to others, even when I had so little energy myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But over time, something more grew from that simple practice. I began creating little cards with messages of kindness\u2014at first using postcards and handwritten notes, and later designing my own set of \u201cHappiness Cards.\u201d Each card carried a message I wished someone had given me on my hardest days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Handing them to strangers and friends became more than an act of kindness. It became a ritual of connection\u2014a way to remember that even when my body felt broken, my heart could still give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perhaps, in offering joy to another, we become part of a divine chain of love\u2014one that continues far beyond what we can see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2615 3. Make an everyday act sacred<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n In my own journey, these small rituals became doorways to something larger. As I began to slow down, I noticed how even the simplest acts could open my heart to the divine presence woven through all of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spiritual growth became a pillar of my healing\u2014not as a grand achievement, but as a gentle unfolding. It taught me to trust, to surrender, and to see that I was never truly alone. Even in moments of deep struggle, I could feel a quiet companionship\u2014as if the divine was holding me tenderly, saying, \u201cYou are safe. You are loved. Keep going.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Every small act of mindfulness became a prayer, every pause a chance to listen for that still, soft voice within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83c\udf1e 4. Look for light<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n During my own recovery, I learned that sunlight wasn\u2019t just comforting\u2014it was vital. Vitamin D, often called the \u201csunshine vitamin,\u201d plays an essential role in immune function, energy, and even mood regulation. For months when my body felt heavy and weak, letting the sun touch my face\u2014even for a few minutes\u2014became both a spiritual and physical medicine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n \ud83d\udcd6 5. End your day with a gratitude whisper<\/strong> Healing taught me this: life isn\u2019t only made of big milestones. It\u2019s stitched together by small, sacred joys\u2014the ones that seem almost invisible until you pause to see them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You don\u2019t need to fix everything to notice beauty. Sometimes, all it takes is stopping at a flower stall, holding a peach rose in your hand, and letting it remind you:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou are held. You are loved. Even here.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \ud83c\udf38 How I learned to find beauty in the everyday On Saturdays, I would go to the market in Delft. It became my ritual\u2014my one outing of the week during my Long Covid recovery. Some days, I could barely stand on my feet. 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\n\n\n\n\ud83c\udf3f Why our brain & heart need small joys<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\n\ud83c\udf38 5 Ways to notice or create small joys today<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
Pause for one minute. What do you see, hear, smell, feel, or taste right now that\u2019s pleasant? Maybe it\u2019s the sound of a kettle boiling, the soft texture of your blanket, or the faint scent of soap on your skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I used to serve others in my work as a principal, teacher, and researcher, I felt alive. Service wasn\u2019t just something I did\u2014it felt like part of my DNA.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Turn one ordinary moment\u2014a sip of tea, washing your hands\u2014into a tiny ritual. Whisper a prayer of gratitude or simply breathe deeply. Let it become a meeting place with the sacred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Literally. Watch sunlight filter through leaves or warm your skin. Light often carries a quiet magic we overlook\u2014a reminder of the light that dwells within us, even in dark seasons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As your head touches the pillow, whisper one thing\u2014no matter how small\u2014you\u2019re grateful for. Gratitude is a doorway through which even the faintest divine presence can enter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\n\u2728 Closing thought<\/h3>\n\n\n\n