On a day when
the dog runs away,
the check bounces,
the van ends up in the ditch,
we sit around the tilting table,
wrapped by gratitude for safety,
love settling over us all
like the softest fog.
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Living beloved 
I have been there, more than once, and learned the beautiful lessons.
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still learning, here!
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