Take a moment, maybe?
Our lives are brief. We breathe through the hard, we let tears fall one after another, chasing each other’s trails, dripping off our chins. We laugh hard, we laugh with our whole selves, bending low with the joy, then throwing our heads back, laughter erupting forth; the sound joy makes.
In between, in the even breathing, in the blank expression, washing a dish, thinking of how to untangle a work knot, wondering if Sadness will come and turn out the lights inside; even there…
A warm cup of coffee and a blanket.
A phone call with a friend whose soul knows yours.
A flower that dares to open fully, radiantly.
The way of dogs, to lay their heads on knees just then.
The candle, lit and nestled into a trough of sand, prayer in light and wax.
The child, wild, who wants suddenly a kiss.
Why not learn to enjoy the little things-there are so many of them.
-St. John Chrysostom, 347-407 A.D.