Some days you can't catch a break, and then others you are brushed by angels. Over and over again.
Start with daylight savings which tricked me into an extra hour in bed and then rushing like a maniac to church. I arrived close to on time, sang to the last rock-hymn of the opening and enjoyed Ryan O's sermon on buried treasure. His words resonate--recognizing the blessings offered in the everyday--whether earned or given--is the key. Gratitude is the only appropriate response.
So we went to breakfast, met a delightfully exuberant waiter, were visited by a fellow parishoner, and talked. I was touched by a waitress who never fails to engage me personally when we visit the diner. Just as we were saying we had been tossed into an alternate universe by daylight savings, the waiter told us that our "booth hopping" friend from church had paid our bill. Love abounds.
Then tonight, Acacia's mother sent us a bag of eggs from their farm. Just out of the blue--white, brown, blue and green like Easter. Again, gratitude is the right response. Passing it on.
J D Cooper
Author of the Lilac Hill series, The Portia Journal, other novels and countless short stories