A Good Place

This is it: where I am meant to be. These skies are blue, not bronze, and none of my bread has turned out to be stone. The lines have fallen in pleasant places, and continue to fall, weaving tapestries right around me that are going to come out fantastically and beautifully fine. I am in a good place.

Some of the things I'm particularly grateful for:

-extra large cookies

-handyman brothers

-the stuffy robe I wore this morning for NSA convocation

-Psalm 98

-night air

-conversations at Bucer's

-stringed instruments

-smoked/bbq'd ribs

-Sabbath rest

-lotion

-friends who loan me their books

-little Asaph's kindness in offering his tiny folding chair at the picnic

-lots of opportunities in life to try again and do better