Walking to the store on a slow balmy day, a sudden spray from heaven begins tickling my cheeks, my hair, my hands, my face, my feet. It moistens my morale. I think, "This is gentleness raised to the level of art." Thank You.
A friend calls, and for one quick moment we laugh wildly about something inordinately silly, briefly escaping the wash of mundanity that glues one day to the next. Thank You.
Out of nowhere a morning arrives when I find no pain, no stiffness, no tedious insults visiting the cells in my body. Painlessness is freedom. Thank You.
Pursuing the elusive fragrance of peace, I put on one of my cherished Bach CDs, and let my divine friend Johann Sebastian remind me that the music of heaven is always only a fingertip away. Thank you.
I stumble upon a delicious, stunningly irreverent movie and sink deep inside its imaginary universe in spellbound fascination. Thank You.
A dazzling six a.m. sun thrusts its life and energy into my window, and I watch it light up the world with a cup of hot perfect coffee in my hand. Thank You.
Working on my keyboard, the image of a face I love floats into my consciousness. I close my eyes and watch it for a while, recalling how amazingly the hair, brow, cheeks, eyes and mouth all unite together in one unforgettable concert. Thank You.
I spot one fallen green leaf on the street and place it in my palm, marveling at the intricacy, purpose and elegance of its design. Nobody does it better. Thank You.
And thank You, too, for the unfathomable wonders that still await.