The crescent moon was bright in the sky this morning.  Squirrels are running up and down the trunk of the redwood tree and bouncing on the branches.  Birds are singing.  A crow plays the windchime.  I sit enchanted.  I’m with the words of Thich Nhat Hanh:

“Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world revolves.”  

And so it is – our reverence and appreciation opening and turning like keys.