28 September 2012
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.