Feeling particularly inert this morning.  Not down, not up, going through paces.  Going back to bed under the covers sounds nice.  No big trauma; lots of loose ends.  Little motivation, discipline or inspiration.  How’s that for a human moment?

Do saints get these lulls, or are they always in the light of bliss?  Or in the  pains of martyrdom and suffering.  Dunno.

But if I surrender, I am more teachable.  Even if my heart is dull and snotty, if I open my eyes and watch what is around me and see the next right action come right up to my feet, I can witness the grace of gifts that are ever-present.

Gratitude, that’s what will be my day today, filled with appreciation of the little things: a big warm sweatshirt, little notes from family and friends, fingers that work on the keyboard, a glass of milk, a happy healthy house.  The little things will guide me today.