I choose to make the day,
the moment,
the thought,
the all of it,
every precious bit of it…
Count in the sum of a life well lived.
For what is unworthy of Love?
Of being?
Of curiosity and close examination?
Is it not a multitude of miraculous paths that has led all things to this moment and all moments forward and back?
Could any of us make even the smallest pebble in the stream or the single grain of a sandy beach with the millennia of earthly forces coming to bear upon them?
Every moment is a snapshot of the miraculous in the midst of eternity.
Perfection itself pouring out to meet us at every turn.
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