Watching my 4-year-old pixy Pearl get her teeth cleaned, sporting shades to block the hygienist’s light, and rinsing like a big girl.
Coming home moments before the Sears truck arrived to deliver our new clothes dryer. Hanging wet clothes in a dim basement for one week in the bleak midwinter was enough to inspire sincere appreciation even for this energy-inefficient appliance.
Baking the season’s last batch of anise-flavored sugar cookies…to test the fortitude of our strong teeth?
Meeting with my midwife for the first time in 4 years—and hearing the steady thumping of a tiny heart, 160 beats per minute. Momentous.
It is not days or years I seek from you,
not infinity and enormity,
but small things and moments of awareness,
awareness that you are in what I am
and in what I have been indifferent to.
not infinity and enormity,
but small things and moments of awareness,
awareness that you are in what I am
and in what I have been indifferent to.
It is not new time I seek,
but new eyes,
a new heart,
and you, always you.
O Patient God,
make something new in me,
in this year,
for you, for others,
for the abundance of this life lived in your presence.
—From A Prayer for the New Year:
By Rev. Ted Loder (http://www.thetransformingcenter.org/)
1 comment:
I love that first heartbeat...so awe-inspiring.
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