Pay Attention . . .
an April breeze, barely sun warmed, casts flickering shadows of the fully leaved trees on the table
tea bags float in deepening brown water in the pitcher on the porch
barely damp air moves against my skin in the early morning
sirens and the heavy rumble of a fire truck move along the parkway
Be Astonished . . .
the warmth in my belly at the sound of my daughter's voice
the dust of the stars, the elements of the cosmos doing their work inside our bodies
to forgive is to be forgiven
chaos is not a negative thing
Tell about it . . .
it's not so much what happens to us, what we do, what choices we make, as it is what we tell ourselves about it - that matters in the end.