Yesterday a tornado that probably would have removed my little 6 mile town from the map, diverted 11 miles and danced upon the mesa where no harm was done. This morning, while weed whacking I noticed a moth with extraordinary colors fall to the ground. I panicked thinking I had killed it. I could not tell if it was ok. I left the area and when I returned he was again dancing with the weeds I had left. I mowed and worked in the yard until my body could take no more.  My workman friend, who works on my house, was repairing my fence. He told me to call it day. He could tell my body had no more to give and saw my pain.  I felt old and depleted. My workman friend finished the fence. For the first time my little fur angel would know freedom from her leash. He stretched his tall body on the cement wall and we unclicked the leash. Without wasting a second she went running full speed almost tumbling she was running so fast. Freedom. Suddenly she stopped and went full speed back to my friend and began to bathe him in kisses. Gratitude. It was if she knew he made it possible. Then off again to run and run and run. The sound of his deep bellowing laughter still rings in my ears.

I sometimes ponder all the places I would like to visit and things I would like to do and accomplish. Maybe. Who knows. But as I sit here, weary and tired, I give thanks for this day. No, not on the 7 Wonders of the World. You will not read as breaking news or must see places or things to do.  Just a tired little hobbit, who yes, is old (giggle) and facing another stormy night.  But right now, the body is bathed in joy, sweet joy and that unclicks the leash of weary old and worry. And somehow, I think, I may add to the day the finding of the fountain of youth…joy, gratitude, and simple things.  Like the moth knocked down and then dancing with weeds. Sweet mercy, isn’t that grand!