This morning, as I was lying in bed thinking about getting up, my mind posed a question to itself ” What do you love most about being alive?” My answer is beauty. I love beauty. The aesthetic pleasure of things put rightly together. Harmony. The perfection of sunrise. My daughter’s joyful face. A well tended garden. Mountain streams and snow flakes. Cloud formations. Prayer flags and sailboats. Green Forests. Cobbled stones. Pomegranates. Babies. If each of us were to start our day with that question and then we were to pursue the answer until nightfall I am quite certain everything would be very, very different. Today, I intend to pursue the beauty of my basement apartment kitchen that has been under renovation for the past month and should wrap up today.

What do you love most about being alive?