One of the ways I spiral out of control is to project into the unknown. "What if?" is not often the prelude to a sense of peace. The possibilities for catastrophe are expanding every day. All the ammunition I need is handed to me on a four inch screen. 

 

But when I can reign in those wild horses and stay in this moment... there is food. There is sunshine. There are people I love who are home and safe. There is humor. Here is a joke from Benjamin.

 

If people eat walnuts what do robots eat?

 

Lug nuts. 

 

I am not entirely sure if he knows what a lug nut is. No matter. I don't either.

 

But I do believe with reasonable certainty that when I open the freezer today there will be interesting options. When I step into the sewing room there is fabric at my beck and call. If I ask my lungs to breathe, heck even if I don't, they will perform the life giving task of pulling oxygen from the air and seeping it into each capillary in my body. Astonishing, really, in its consistency. Undeserved. 

 

Tomorrow will bring more of the same. Mixed in with unpredictable shifts in the global imbalance. 

 

Yet for today in the absence of commuting, and schedules, and errands there is a space opening up. Gratitude it turns out, is just the right shape to fill it.