There on that lane — in the aftermath of a day — filled with — ritual — poetry —my beloved — good friends — and good food — I shouted my thanks to the Universe! — It would have been enough.
Sunday was a day of completion for me, but also of high notes. I read poetry with My Beloved Drummer and we rocked the house. I did a farewell service for dear members who are leaving the congregation and everyone did amazing things and the service worked. It had been an enormous push to get ready for these two events, but they were well worth the effort. I napped. I went over to a friend’s house. We ate and watched the birds do the same. And then there was that slow drive home. Catching myself noticing, I reminded myself that every day is filled with such beauty. I just have to pay attention.
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