I have been looking with wonder and gratitude at all the gifts we are given and often take for granted. I have two things to share. The first I think may be known to you:
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
That is why we call it the present.
The other is connected to wonder and radical amazement and it is from Patricia Schneider's " The Patience of Ordinary Things"
"It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes or toes.
How soles of feet know where they are supposed to be,
I've been thinking about the patience of ordinary things,
How clothes wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet from the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs,
And what is more generous than a window?"
I think this poem lends itself to keep adding something not only about the patience of ordinary things, but about the amazement shown by children when they first discover ordinary things! May we not lose our sense of wonder!