Today I’m with the words of Jame Broughton.  At every crossroad / be prepared to bump into wonder.

I’m also with the words of Mark Twain.  “I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”

I just spoke with my son Jeff, uncle of grandson.  He and grandson’s mother are at the hospital with Keo who doesn’t want to leave.  He loves it.  His dad spends the night in his room.  They have a great bathroom with a shower.  The food is wonderful.  People dote on him.  On the pediatric fourth floor, there’s a library, a room filled with toys, an art room, and an outside play area.  What’s not to like? 

They still haven’t heard anything on the results of the MRI, but it’s almost 1:00, so the nurse said it’s likely he’ll be there another night, which is good because he doesn’t want to leave.

We worried about him having an MRI.  He slept through it.  I think of all the worrying I’ve done in my life.  I’ve read about Beginner’s Mind for years, but maybe this whole week has me sinking into what that really means.  Can I meet life openly and enthusiastically, “prepared to bump into wonder”?  Can I set intention for laughter to roll through me like a boat rocked in soft waves? Intention set. Wonders abound. Life can be Light.