Beloved, just when I was forgetting how wondrous the world can be and is, you remind me in the gladness of a sunset or the laughter of friends finding each other once again or the sweet scent of wildflowers in the heat of the end of day. My heart breaks open again and gives thanks. Beloved, just when I was forgetting what kindness means and feels like and how to practice that waking dream of a gift, you remind me in the song of a stranger shared just because the song needed sharing or the card arriving unexpected and unbidden with words that pick up pieces of myself I did not know had broken and fallen away. My heart breaks open again and gives thanks. Beloved, just when I was forgetting how to choose love since expediency and efficiency and expectations were pressing hard against me, cornering me away from what I know to be good and true, you remind me in the gift of Sabbath, the gift of a moment's rest, in a dream or in a brush of a butterfly's wing against my face. My heart breaks open again and gives thanks. All my life, Beloved, just as I am forgetting what my soul knows to be good and true, you remind me. And once again, my heart breaks open and sings its thanksgiving. Amen.