Relative Something

It is one of those things that goes without saying, yet the urge to write it rises up anyway and out comes, “It is a precious world in which we live.” This morning I awoke with images of sugar-plum fairies and creatures not stirring, prepared to embark on the annual series of spectacular mingling, feasting, and gift exchanging events. It feels a bit like a marathon for a couple of days, but comes with the reward that is probably equivalent to the ‘runner’s high.’

I did not anticipate the messages that appeared in my inbox when I logged in today. I received a wonderful forwarded note from Nepal that threw me back to the wonder and glory of the Himalayan mountains in an instant. I also was on a list of family members who received a desperate plea for help from someone very near.

Yesterday I joined Cyndie’s family to tour the new facility of the University of Minnesota Amplatz Children’s Hospital which opened at the end of April this year. There are miraculous treatments being offered, which is very uplifting, but it involves the heartbreaking reality of all ages of children with incredibly serious afflictions. The facility is designed to accommodate entire families, because some of the treatments can last months, or years. Hospitals like this are an amazing resource, but no one ever wants to need to be there.

Every day that we have what we need, our health, our family and friends, our connection with purpose and sense of place in the universe, is a precious day in the delicate balance of this amazing world of reality that is this life. Cherish the moment. Breathe fully the moment.

Then reach out and lend a hand to those who seek help. In so doing, we enhance the preciousness of what already is.