“Where do you find your wonder and your delight? What helps you to rejoice in the world, and being alive in it?”
Such marvelous questions, ones we perhaps do not ask ourselves often enough. Mine are most clear upon waking, and again when counting my blessings at night. There’s the realization, upon opening my eyes, that indeed, I can still see – the singing colors of sky and earth, the things that I love that surround me, the wee birds at the feeder, that there is just enough milk left in the bottom of the bottle to lighten my tea. There is the silence that descends when I leave work and come home to my cottage, where sunlight lies in a warm puddle on the floor or on rainy days, the half-light snuggles about me like soft blanket. I am delighted each time I see or talk with my children and grandchildren, when a child at school hugs me, when the voices of the children next door filter through the thin walls a good book throws up around me. And at night? The list of blessings is so long, I fall asleep before I ever reach the end. I know there’s wrong in the world, and often enough it enters mine, but deep depression is held at bay by a deliberate fostering of what’s good in my world. I often despair of our species but then some small act of kindness or beauty redeems us all. Like this post, for instance 