I am quite enamored with the Earth on this fine day. Tomatoes are growing, along with the mint and basil. When I look outside my back door I see green leaves and hear a multitude of birds. Pollen is blowing through the air like a swarm of insects. (This one will surely come to bite me in the butt.) All in all, it’s fairly glorious these days.

 

And glorious, friends, is none too shabby. Now I could easily get distracted by odd world weather patterns, or civil unrest. Lord knows there’s enough ugly in the world to keep a gal from ever again feeling joy. But whether or not I allow myself to get down about those things (or any of the other pitiful goings-on out there), they will keep on being their ugly selves. So I do what I can. I break out into a funny jig once in a while. I smile for no reason. I pause for a few seconds to listen – to really listen – to the birds. It’s not much, but it moves the needle.

 

The world is going to keep on spinning, right up until it doesn’t. In all likelihood, neither you nor I will live long enough to see that happen. For us, we have today. Earth Day. I hope to make it count.

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