I may not “get out of here” alive, but the longer I’m on the planet, the more I want to enjoy every minute of it.  Gratitude distracts me from achy muscles, out of shape old body, tired joints.  Simply watching a tree wave at me as the wind whispers sweet nothings–how could heaven be better?

There’s this story about a woman who died, and when she got to heaven she started arguing with the angel at the gate that she wasn’t ready yet. “What do you mean you’re not ready?” said the angel.  “I haven’t danced enough!” she said.  The angel smiled and seemed to understand and he sent her back for more dancing.

I want to dance and sing and complain and wrestle with that angel every morning about more dancing and singing.  Wrestling, in fact, is a dance.

So today amid catastrophic management, unfinished business, “no time”, rushed meetings, stiff shoulder, missed exercises, I relish and cherish the blessing it is to be twirling in this Divine human dance.