Some days or weeks you just don’t know how you will do it. Some days or weeks you wonder if  there is any kindness left in the world. And then, you are gifted the breath of Life. The crack of a smile that melts into a laugh from one who was sitting in front of you beaten and defeated. The heavens roar with joy. The earth quivers with her own laughter.  Like the clouds, you can feel the breath of Love, Life, and the Divine and you too join the dance. And suddenly you know why Rumi said one glimpse of the Beloved would make you drunk with love. A grace giggle.