When a life is as rich and comfortable as mine, there is
everything left at the end of the hardworked day -
the piping screechiness of egglayers on a cup of twigs
the moving shadows, roughly leafshaped, tiptoeing back and
forth on the worn slats of the wood fence
a breeze, cool and lifegiving on this hottest day of spring
the miracle of a paperpink flower suddenly there – in the
crack of the driveway’s cement
my dog’s excited wag as I approach her for a hug; the cat’s deep
purr, replying that she enjoys the massage of her silky back
a very good novel bridging temporal and spatial boundaries,
subsuming my own clutch on the uncompleted work needs of the day
the words and gestures of loved ones – family, friends, a
kind stranger
a stroll through the dense neighborhood or a spacious hike
on the rolling hills
nourishment: vegetables, raw, with beans, seeds, nuts … and
fresh mint: the gift from a colleague
quiet recounting of the day, sharing, a tidying of the desk,
a final satisfied glance at a piece of work
the calm, the peace, of having shown up as fully and with
presence to each client, each inquiry, each introduction to a business contact,
each task with a full heart and a clear mind
a body that is weary but not disabled
total quiet, precious moments of solitude, a short
meditation, an earnest affirmation of gratitude
the inspiration to carry on, again, tomorrow
and an open heart, ready waiting willing -
These are gifts each one. They are only a sampling, a tiny
fraction of what is left at the end of the day, the end of the workweek.
What is the shape of your own abundance at the end of the day?
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