Mystery and Wonder may we pause to dwell in reverent awe at least nine times a day, or seventeen, or fifty-three, or some uncountable number that startles us back to the heart of being over and over and over again. In the pause between the day and the night, may we breathe in the hush and give thanks for the goodness we knew this day, for the miracles of light and the drumming of life calling us to the great dance of being. Whirling, it is so easy to cast ourselves out beyond ourselves, to feel the separations ebb and disappear until there is only oneness. Cast back to earth, breathless, embodied, may we rejoice in the spaciousness of unity, the blessing of dwelling in wonderment, even if only for the space of seven or nineteen or six hundred and thirty three heartbeats, however long it was, a gift of joy. Mystery and Wonder, may we dwell in reverent awe many times a night and many times a day, glad for the fullness of life and the splendid quiet spaces, for the astounding miracles that compose a day and add up, over time, to a whole life. Amen.