I was at the Farmer’s Market yesterday so we’re feasting on abundance: asparagus, strawberries, peaches, and blueberries.   The visit reminds me of the work of producing, planting, harvesting, and bringing nourishment closer to me. I’m fed by a hard-working and intricate web of connection.

Wednesday morning I was at the Bayside Cafe for breakfast.  A little boy about three or four emerged from the bathroom with his father, and the child was saying “Happiness”.  He then walked through the restaurant and out the door repeating “happiness, happiness, happiness” with  a slight pause between each word.  I’m carrying that with me, such an ease-filled way to be and ripple in the world.

As Cheri Huber shares: 

When you think you’re the center of the universe, you’re a misery. When you realize you’re the center of the universe, you’re a blessing.