It is not what you first think.
There is no effort of will, no firm resolve in the face of this thing called living.
There is only paying attention to the quiet each morning,
while you hold your cup in the cool air
& then that moment you choose to spread your love like a cloth upon the table &
invite the whole day in again.
one may look at an icicle.
and think about how it forms on the eves.
as it gets cold and the water freezes in a slow fall.
i look at the icicle and think.
how cool the sunset looks in it.
it's a moment.
that makes me stop and pause.
it's a moment that makes my heart happy.
just because i see it.
it is three sixty two.
in moments that make me happy.
join me won't you.