At unexpected moments lately, when I am
tired or have complaint, a gentle breeze will waft through my being
causing me to pause and be thankful. I wonder where this gift comes
from and perhaps it is because I am growing older that an inner
perspective and appreciation of life's fluidity has arrived.
For
instance, I might be hot and bothered about cleaning my studio, which
takes time away from creativity and is messy drudgery. As I carry
smelly garbage bags to the trash bins outdoors, I find myself tired
and complaining, and then, in a moment, something comes over me and I
laugh about it and take notice of the fresh air outdoors, the light
that plays everywhere around me, and maybe I hear a bird call. In an instant, it is as
if I am cured from a morose malady and leave the prison of self and enter the gates of heaven.
