My Days Are Blessed With Good, torn paper mosaic, and I know that this is true, my days are blessed with good, and what I don't understand is why so many days I can't see it. I guess I do understand, there is a stubbornness in me, or there is a need in me to focus on what's going on, and that what's going on gets my attention and holds it completely so I can not see that my days are blessed with good. If you asked me logically I could tell you that when I'm walking through my life day to day I often miss it so completely, and I often spend my time focused on the problems, focused on the list, focused on all the things I'm not quite sure how to get done, but my days are blessed with good, I love this torn paper piece, and my favorite part of it is on the bottom, the two little birds on their branch, the larger bird which i think is the mother bird in the center, then all the way up to the top the huge moon, sun and the radiating life and light that it gives.