I have picked up one golf memoir, two books of poetry,
and now this well-worn book of meditations called
B E I N G H O M E.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning, and I want to finish my sleep.
I know that if I can find the best, best words to share with
you, I will fall back into bed and into deepest slumber.
So, here they are, those words:
“This morning as I put my feet on the floor
let me remember how many thousands of years
it took for this act to be possible —
the slow and painstaking development
so that a human creature could rise,
could stand on two feet, and then walk.
From the very beginning, from the first explosion
Your precise and patient love has been creating us.
The wonder is that now my hands are free
even as I walk or run or stand or dance.
The wonder is that now while I am upright,
my eyes can gaze at the ground,
along the ground
and beyond to the horizon.”
…………..GUNILLA NORRIS, 1991, Being Home.
I am lost in that wonder. Let me never take it for granted.