I’m having one of those days — I am so grateful to be alive.
The act of walking, the taste of coffee, the coziness of a blanket.
The emotion stirred by music, the brain food from books, the hugs from my child.
Greeting the parent who shows up every school morning to be crossing guard.
My breath with its precious oxygen that feeds my blood which my heart pumps reliably and perpetually through my body according to instructions from my nervous system and brain.
That any of it IS remains a mystery and a miracle.Explore posts in the same categories: Buddhism, Journal, Nature, Science, Spirit