Whenever I read the news these days and I can sense a lot of fear, anxiety and divisions. Never in man’s history have there been so much affluence
and material comforts in the lives of people
and yet there has never been so much loneliness,
misery, uncertainty, wanting and longing.
Yet, there is so much to be thankful about, so many reasons to rejoice and celebrate.
We only need to look deeper and at the right places.
That is why I love anniversaries, monthniversaries and even weekniversaries.
They remind us of the joyful moments we have had in the past.
I love rituals and practices, like movie nights or regular weekend hikes,
for they are occasions to celebrate the beauty and simple pleasures in life.
I love quiet moments either alone with myself
or in the loving company of my family and friends.
These moments make me realize how great an experience it is to be alive.
I love the dawning of every new day: fresh, hopeful and full of promise.
And when the day is over, I love to mull over it as I lull myself to sleep:
new memories, precious moments stored away, in gratitude and quiet joy.
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!