Gratitude

This morning for a myriad of very, very small and inconsequential reasons I felt sad and sorry for myself.  So, I wasted two hours.  And then I wrote an email that I needed to, included my sadness and the addressee called me and we chatted for a few minutes.  Sadness is still a way of life.  True.  But time without purpose doesn't have to be.  Living all my minutes to the fullest is still my aspiration.  And to do that I need help.  And the miracle of the day is that all I have to do to get that help is to suggest or hint.  I don't even need to ask directly.  How wondrous!  That is the heaven, the joyful world.  And I am so grateful.