This Magic Moment

Yesterday as I walked to the 99 cents store, (in search of prune juice and a magnifying mirror-just in case you wanted to know) I was reading Paulo Coehlo's "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept." It's been 13 years since I last read it. In it, he writes, "Every day, God gives us the sun-and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy…a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles"

After starting off the day with overcast skies and feeling 'muddy', the sun finally came out and, as I read these words, the moment appeared; I realized that here was 'my moment.' I felt thankful for the sun and cool breeze. I felt love and blessings. I felt joy, I felt young and beautiful (even though I hadn't shaved and I was wearing grungy sweats.) I felt emotional, a little teary-eyed, I felt alive!

This morning as I went out for a run, feeling a bit lethargic, I wondered when today's 'moment' would appear. Just thinking about it made me feel better. As I ran, I turned into an alley I had not run through before and there to the left was a yard sale. Ta-Da! There it was. I found a book titled "The World of Pablo Picasso"; it had been published in 1967, a year before I was born. As I ran home, I felt inspired, I felt grateful, I felt love.

I came home and made some breakfast (hash browns, sausages, scrambled egg whites and one belgian waffle for each of us.) As I write and finish up my latest piece from "In The News", Jason is sleeping. How lucky I am to come home and see a big smile on his face; it happens all the time.

The piece here is titled "She Dreams of Butterflies." I choose this piece today because it reminds me of what it felt like this morning waiting for my moment to appear.

Let them come and share the magic.

Have a most beautiful Sunday day!