There will always be a little pouty girl inside me, wishing I was in the middle of a party–for me.  Then with a pause, I hear the birdsong and the delightful joy that nature has for itself, teaching me to practice the same.  And I practice.

As I sort through papers, memories, letters and cards that I have carried with me throughout the years, I am blessed with gifts of love.  Signatures on goodbye cards, birthday messages, scribbles from children, and lovers’ poems.  In meditation yesterday, I saw them all fill an auditorium and cheer me in unison: “We LOVE you!”

What a present received while practicing the Presence!  I show this vision to the pouty girl and she grins and giggles and does a pirouette onstage to the applause.  Hurray for Goodness!