I am *not* one of those people who thinks everything happens for a reason. That is scripturally unsound, and if I take ancient scripture back to the root words of Greek or Hebrew, and study that concept throughout a body of work, I get a totally different meaning that has more to do with letting go, and not trying to run the show of my life, but … going with the flow, if you will. Being open to life, and possibility, and the life-divine.

I *do* think one can find meaning in everything, and learn lessons from everything, the good and the bad, the easy and the difficult.
*If* I want to.
So, here I go:
It’s Saturday. I am not at the lab. I am sitting with a nice cuppa spiced latte, in my PJs, at the PC, getting ready to start a day’s work on BLOOD OF THE EARTH rewrites. Despite the weird month, the deaths and funerals, the 2 cons (draining), four flights (which I hate), and being followed by the black dog all summer and hiding his silent paw-pads from the world, I am blessed. That is the lesson learned, once again, as I finally am able to let go, and go with the flow of life. Funny how I keep having to learn *this* lesson over and over.
 
Life itself is the best blessing. Having a family I love is a blessing. The Hubs is a blessing. Not having to work at the lab is a blessing. Getting to water-walk at the Y with Mom is a blessing. Spending time with Dad during his stint at the assisted living place is a blessing. Some blessings are hard, of course, but no less blessings. I offer up thanks for the good things of life and for the hard things of life because, today, I chose to learn from them.
 
Today is a good day. I choose to see it so, in this moment, with the dogs at my feet and nice cuppa. Morning, world. Cheers.
Faith