do you ever stop to think about how you've never had it so good? that your life, with its ups, downs, accumulations, backlogs, and shoulda-woulda-couldas, is actually utterly fantastic (fantastic!) just as it is?
i am prey to preoccupation. i know what it is to lose track of the miraculousness of each moment and get stuck in static. at points, i'm even grateful for this fact of my being for i am also prey to being unexpectedly, gracefully jolted. when life delivers its blessings my snap to attention is really quite dramatic.
so dramatic, i sometimes say the f-word. not just for emphasis, but because sometimes my heart is seized with such wonder it actually hurts. the other night, in the middle of an order of rolled tacos and a flurry of laughter, the sun shot its gold through low purple clouds for a moment only, like a swimmer coming up for air. i fell in love with it all--the tacos to flashes of eternity--without distinction. it's the way i want to love my life.
i once found a greeting card with an illustration of a donkey chomping roses. underneath: "don't forget to stop and eat the roses." which is to say, don't get so preoccupied you miss how awesome all of this is.
and taste the roses. they are delicious.