Saturday, July 7, 2012

Gratitude

Today in the car park on the way into Waitrose, it came to me, as thoughts do, what if I dropped into death now...

and the response was simply what a fantastic life it is...

and it is to be continued in a mode yet to be fathomed...

and my body, mind, spirit broke into a broad smile and bowed in gratitude for the people encountered and the work done...

especially the people ... especially A and A ...

it was one of those priceless and happy moments of sheer gratefulness.


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