Regardless, today is a day of gratitude. For healing, for functional bodily systems, for teammates and friends who can pick up slack and lead a session when I'm otherwise indisposed. For Florida in February, spanish moss hanging from big camp trees, birdsong and mosquito buzz. For good friends with warm and hospitable Miami homes, trips to the Keys and blue-green ocean tides, fresh seafood on the sound and startlingly beautiful southern sunsets. For my job and its long-reaching tentacles of service and transformation, for simple spiritual practices like remembering and rejoicing and blowing bubbles into the breeze. For the optimism and energy of volunteers, the commitment and light-heartedness of Callie and Don, the jolting realization that this is life and that I get to live it, day in and day out, over and over, again and again.
Hopefully, more often than not, with functional guts. And, if it's not too much trouble, balmy summer weather in the midst of mid-winter.
Thanks be to God. Amen.