Whew? Me too. I, like you am more and more aware of the world around and within me. I don't know whether it's just this thing called middle age. Yup, I still think of 56 as middle aged - which means I am expecting to be living to 112. Or, if it's just that the world is going a lot crazy and I am going there with it.
I really really do my best to be positive, uplifting, encouraging and optimistic, but if truth be known, I am much more of a realist. And from where I have been standing and observing, there is a deep sadness. I know just breathing air into my lungs everyday is something to be grateful for and might be ALL I can be certain of. For this moment anyways. We never know when lightening will strike or a phone call will come. Our lives can change in an instant.
The day is almost over. I will step outside on my deck and look at the pretty flowers that I planted. I can catch the sunset which casts a stream of colour above the houses in my neighbourhood. I will crawl into bed, kiss my beloved husband of 23 years goodnight, and pray for my son and the world that he is inheriting.
Simple pleasures. Never taken for granted. Living in the moment. Yes, breathing is still a good thing.