eight days of insanity makes one long week.

I am thinking about:
amazing birds that I saw while paddling my canoe on the lake Friday evening.
How full of grace and mercy God our father is.
the smell and taste of apricots just cooked
The joy of massage, the power to bring relaxation and relief to sore muscles.
the scent of a ripe tomato
I am marveling at:
the color of sunrise,
the whisper of evening breezes
and the sound of a dove just after dawn.
I am grateful for:
my mom's long life
modest carpentry skills
the power of prayer
a boat, a body of water, and a paddle in hand.
I am
and that is enough