If I ve managed to conquer some of my problems, I cannot judge others for not conquering theirs. We all strive against evil, too often loosing. Little comets, said by poets and astronomers to blaze across the midnight sky, are smudges in the darkness and we refuse to be awed, yet they radiate a glory more blazing than any astronomer s description. Beauty glows in little things, and if we count our lives in little things, we have to count our lives blessed. The sun never fails to shine, eventually.
Goldfinches radiate brilliant yellows at the bird feeder.
The wind kisses our hair and the napes of our necks. A friend e-mails a message and somehow the words are exactly right for that particular moment. We solve a sticky computer problem. Perhaps we did not get a buck this year, but the woods was crisp, pristine, peaceful. Our child may have made a mess, but she hugged us with her super duper hug.