I sit with my face tipped up to the sun, in a puddle of light streaming through the bedroom window.  My soul melts.

Rain had been long coming to California this winter and we’ve had two weeks of drizzle.  No complaint.  Water is a blessing–and so is this ray of sunlight that has managed to dodge the clouds.  All the worries and anxieties that have layered over my heart steam away.  The moment is pure, and then I spill my tea all over the carpet.

I blot it up, roll back the carpet to air the underside of the spot, and toss the papers that also got soaked.

Something profound has occurred.  Some deep lesson about life hides just round the corner of thought.  But I am back in my spot of sunshine.  The clouds will approach soon and I’ll not miss another second of it.