Knowing so much paperwork was waiting before the day begun, I opted to leave my quiet morning early. With the computer finally booted, coffee next to the monitor, I glanced at the clock. Not possible! How could so much time have zipped by and the full hour I needed was lost? I pondered my actions. Where did I go wrong? And then the whisper laughed… and so did I.

Ya see, after I parked and started to gather my things in the passenger seat, there was this little ice snow flake on my windshield that made me laugh. I take pictures so I can see. This one was tricky. But when it was done, my heart was still laughing and even a bit lighter. I chuckled as my fingers found their home on the keyboard to begin my work. I had been mindful of the moment. I had been mindful of nature’s gifts. I had been mindful of simple beauty. I had noticed. I had not lost time. I had lost sweet mindfulness. It returned as softly as it was gifted. And now, as I say goodnight, it still makes me laugh. Mindfulness lost and found. Actually, it is never truly lost. And that, little hobbit, is the whispered grace.