I am sitting in the middle of a forest. There is nothing but the sounds of birds in the trees and the skittering of squirrels among the dried leaves and fallen branches. The trees have yet to bud here in New England, and I can feel the brisk wind muted by the intense sun warming my face.
I have nothing to do and nowhere to be other than to be here in gratitude for all the blessings in my life.
Soon the trees will bud and bloom. Spring will erupt in all its glorious sounds, smells and sights. But right now, right here, it is stark, it is quiet, it is just me, here, now, sitting in a sea of tranquility. I’m happy.
