I found a lucky penny the other day.
My lucky penny, in fact a danish krone, skipped right to the task and began to work it´s magic (they are magic!) after being pocketed. I had been wallowing. I rarely wallow for long, explode once in a blue moon but wallow rarely and over several days is unheard of. I had been delving into the depths of negativity in my thoughts the past little while. A fair amount of stress combined with pain and extreme tiredness had resulted in a major case of the blues. On this sunny spring afternoon, I could be found developing and refining the dark side of my thoughts. One wrong word or glance turned in my direction and the tears of self-pity welled up in my eyes ready to spill over.
The shiny “lucky penny” lay before my feet.

Now securely resting in the pocket of my blue wool coat, it made me reflect on this thing called luck. It made me reflect on my life. Yes, it got that deep during the performance of my lunchtime errand. The outcome was memories flooding my thoughts with the many good things in my life and in the lives of my family and friends. My mood lightened as I cast a glance at the blue sky and the bright sun and I smiled gingerly. It was working its charm, my lucky coin. I stepped a tad lighter after the sun touched my face with its spring warmth, arguably tentative, however the warmth was not to be mistaken. My errand completed, my walk approached a jauntily performed hop, skip and jump when back to the office I headed. Not many hours later the journey turned toward home. A rare evening on my own with candles flickering, a simple meal of good bread, delicious soft ripened cheese, a glass of wine and my negative thoughts, those dark clouds looming, were very nearly banished from my mind. Gratefully I bid the world a goodnight. The dreams were sweet and my sleep peaceful. My mind was able to rest for the night. Wonderful magic.