This week it took some extra effort to rise above the unraveling of so much happening in our world. But I am grateful for the reminders from nature to do just that. Walking out under a broad blue sky, hearing the screech of hawks circling overhead, watching our grandson scramble past the bird of paradise and lizards and palm trees along the hill toward the playground all shift my perspective toward a better place, one that allows for the firm belief that goodness will prevail, as day always follows night.

As a native New Englander, my eye looks for orange in October and although I can’t tell you the name of this flowering bush, I find it beautiful as it runs along the ridge of the ravine. We can hear the coyotes call from there especially at day’s end. Despite being in a county of over 3 million, we find this tiny quiet corner, reminding us of the joy in solitude. A few minutes is enough to bring to mind all the gifts here for our happiness if only we step outside and exhale for a moment.

Of course there is nothing better than seeing the world with fresh eyes, and tagging along with a 3 year old makes for quite a fresh approach to everything. He is just as eager to walk in the sand as he is to cross the dusty paths or hike this steep hill. Every muscle in his little body comes alive when we head outdoors, and I am all too glad to feel that in mine too. Grateful for his untarnished perspective always.

May you find a moment that lifts your perspective this week as well. We can all benefit from the upward shift.