I saw a beautiful poem: Do not ask your children to strive — by William Martin.

He writes how to teach children to take immense joy in simple pleasures. Invite them into wonder and let them marvel in supremely simple things.

Three decades on this beautiful marble (and even more apparent from the virus), this has been a soothing reminder that ordinary is really lovely.

A belly of laughter from a good chat, the salty finish of a good cookie, and the warmth from a sunny balcony.

Anything beyond? Lovely cream on a satisfying cake of life. The ‘extraordinary’.

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