I have always been a big fan of parades, and the more "small town creative" the better in my book. The annual Christmas parade in my new world of Los Osos, California, was themed "Christmas Under Construction" this year and made light of a current nuisance we are experiencing, our little slice of coastal heaven is undergoing some serious street surgery for sewer installation, and the construction is creating a bit of chaos everywhere. It seems we have embraced the inconvenience and are celebrating our progress towards completion soon.

I was pretty inspired by the creative use of standard everyday construction icons throughout the parade and thought these two were quite something. Who knew a horse could be turned into a unicorn by a strategically placed traffic cone and another horse decked out in full parade regalia fashioned out of construction vests and dazzling with a construction tape tail bow?

Grateful to be part of a creative community with a well placed sense of humor and a new twist on a holiday parade.

One of my favorite things about Oregon is the surprise and delight found in little doses everywhere. I have seen several varieties of bike racks covered in crocheted granny squares, artisan-upholstered bus stops, and many other cool examples of creative expression in unusual places.

This is the most inspiring and original so far: the Japanese maple in the heart "sweater" to protect it from the cold Oregon winter, with its fancy matching slipcovered planter and trashcan, and its neighbor tree decked out in rainbow stripes.

You have to have to stop and appreciate the tremendous effort, the TLC and the soul it took to do this, grateful for the anonymous knitter for the sweet surprise and perfect sense of humor ... after all every tree deserves a heart "sweater"”

One of my favorite things about Europe is the thought provoking street art found all over the continent. I particularly love this series, which I found in several spots in Amsterdam recently. It seems the artist was enticing the casual passerby to pay attention and follow the trail. Grateful for the creative and thoughtful effort and, as always, the message.

I arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark, yesterday, a city that has been on my list for some time, I came here to be inspired in what is known as one of the healthiest and most creative and design-driven cities in the world. Within hours of my arrival, I was wandering the streets, open to inspiration and like-minded souls and was almost instantly immersed by a group of happy and radiant Danes out on a "love walk."

Their mission is to create and share a "global heart" and create community where there is diversity and room for all to stand together as fellow beings to create a more loving and peaceful world.

I joined in with no hesitation and felt instantly connected and accepted in a country very far from home. I will definitely stay involved in some fashion to help spread the word in my own little corner of the world. I am incredibly grateful for the sweet synchronicity, new friends, and the amazing welcome to Scandinavia on the other side of this crazy world .

We are winding down on our first full, sunny, beautiful weekend in Portland in months; everybody is outside—kids in yards in inflatable pools, runners literally everywhere—and we were all out seeking and relishing every drop of sunshine we could get. Gardens are lush and happy in full bloom and there are daffodils dotted all over, today the seemingly endless grey rainy skies even seem almost worth it. I have never been much of a weather person since I spent most of my life in California there was no reason to be, but once again the contrast brings an entire new lens.

As I was out on a long awaited sunny run this afternoon, I found this incredibly sweet yard "poetry post" featuring "Daffodils," a poem by William Wordsworth. There are two spring poems available in printed copies to take on the go and get your poetry fix. A very unexpected and perfect Easter treat. I am incredibly grateful for a taste of spring and a thoughtful neighbor in Portland.

An unexpected perspective shift in Varanasi, India... the holy Ganges River serves as a morning laundry for many, with entire families pounding and pelting their laundry in the river before carefully laying it out on the Ghats (steps) to dry.

The repetition, pattern, and color laid out everywhere quickly become an inspiring and artful scene, and it is clear to the observer that laundry is not merely a task but a sort of meditative practice. I have a new appreciation for the beauty in laundry. Thank you, India.

This bit of profound and charmingly misspelled wisdom was scrawled on the red cliff walls leading to the Mehrangah Fort in Jodhpur, India. There are several spots where these mindful messages are painted in Sanskrit and English throughout the drive—a sweet reminder and more inspiring than a typical billboard.

by Dr John Talevich

At the beginning of May, I found myself in Seattle participating in Antioch University's 35th Gala. My daughter-in-law, Jessica, is an intern in their art therapy program and had asked me to design a mandala for the faculty to construct at the event; she also asked if I might have a few pieces of art to submit to the art show. Having said yes to both requests, here I was, surrounded by some 400 folks and having a good time celebrating the university's success. The Susan Wallis-designed art form which was used in the faculty event became a stunning piece of work, now belonging to the school's permanent collection and on display at the university.

As the evening wore on, and the crowds began to dwindle, I was face to face with a young lady of a certain age (I don't want to insult her) who may well still be playing with dolls. She asked me with clear eyes and a clearer intent: "Is that yours?" pointing to a piece called Piggyback Frog, I said, "Yes, that's one of mine," She continued, "It's my favorite," while her eyes widened. "Well," I replied, "if it doesn't sell by the end of the show in a month, you can have it. How about that?" Her mother soon came up and asked me if, in fact, I said what she'd been told. "Yeah, that's what I told her." I gave them my card and told them to call me when the show was over. I did not think further about getting a call.

Well into the first weeks of June, I had heard nothing. Then - a call on my office machine: "Hi John, this is Ruby - do you remember at the … (mother’s voice in the background: “Antioch art show”) … yeah, when we were talking about (Mother again: “your art piece”) … and you said if it didn’t sell that you would (Mother: “talk about it”) …yeah and our number is …. bye”. Wait!! Don’t hang up! I can’t make out that number!!

A looong pause later, Ruby's mother got on the line and added, "Hi Dr. John, this is Ruby's mom, Amy, and we met you at the Gala art show. We were wondering if the piece had sold. We hope for your sake that it has, but if not, well, Ruby has thought about it every day since the show, she just loves that piece! Would you give us a call? Our number AGAIN is ----. Bye!"

A few days later, I was able to contact Amy and shortly thereafter, the piece was picked up. It now resides where, I suspect, it was always intended to be~ deep within little Ruby's heart.

“Reminder to check the “overlap”  of your comfort zone and remain grounded and grateful as it grows larger.”

— Chele McKee

This straightforward dose of wisdom seems even sweeter when you consider its location, prominently perched in the back of a pickup truck during a Sunday morning flea market.

Grateful for being open to see the message... however they show up.

Mikayla Benincasa

Mikayla learned the concept of gratitude at the age of 6 from Mike, her very sweet dad. She illustrates with love what she is most grateful for.

Chele MckeeBig gratitude was born at a new years meditation retreat,   I was invited to look back on the last year and become aware of all that was made available to me...to realize everything that I had begun the year with no idea or awareness of...so many amazing things happened that it surprised me I had not really thought about it that way before.It made me realize that the state of "counting your blessings /expressing gratitude" is a sweet place to live. This  is the reflection of what I am most grateful for ...as anticipated it was a  powerful experience to really get clear and express how fabulous my life is RIGHT NOW..... Proved once again to me that it's really not the big things...fat bank accounts, loads of stuff,  etc...its really about being who you are, having faith that the universe is unfolding as it should  and appreciating the sweet moments in our everyday lives... grateful at 46