It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Each day the Old Man walks in the woods, it looks new. What we think of as ordinary is extraordinary. It is hard to become bored when miracles surround you. The birds sing new songs each day. Brooks Pond is resplendent each morning. The little yellow flowers are blooming along the front of our house. We are anxious for nothing. All has been provided.

The Old Man used to think something grand had to be achieved to have meaning. An award to be won, a promotion to be garnered. There was a mountain of success to be climbed, and training was vital. There was the great boulder to be pushed to the top of the hill, only to watch it roll back to its resting place. Life is short and brutish, the philosopher said. The philosopher does not live in my neck of the woods. I run and get my fuel on Pastor Meg’s advice, which I have as my mantra for my life. Find God in the small things and places where you do not customarily look. You do not have to look far. God is everywhere once you look.

God is watching us. If we are quiet and contemplative, he will show us where he is all around us. When we feel forgotten and forlorn. God is watching. If we could see the guardian angels by our side, we would understand.