Journal Entry – June 1, 2012

“How blessed and full of grace are these days, scented by the jasmine vine along the courtyard rail and set to music by songbirds! The hours are, at last, warm embraces with a freshening breeze, and the time is my own to color. How, and why, I have been so gifted as to have this life I am not sure, but I’ve certainly chosen paths not often selected. So I find myself seated in my own secret garden, with my afternoon coffee resting on my little table made of two stacked stones. All is precisely right.”