Wednesday, July 29, 2009


In the midst of very real concern about how to possibly meet all of the commitments and responsibilities coming together to steal away the final weeks of summer vacation, there came a rare treat. While out walking with Walking Buddy today, there was a small sacred moment. A gift which cannot be given was received. A dragonfly flew into our path, and I wondered aloud if it might sit on my hand. I held out a hand to the erratic creature in utterly unrealistic hope. It settled onto my outstretched palm. And I saw a reminder of how to hold on to the gifts one receives. With an open hand that does not grasp or crush.