Does anyone ever realize life while they live it?

How easily we can forget how precious life is!  So long as we can remember, we've just been here, being alive.  Unlike other things for which we have comparison,-black to white, day to night, good to bad-we are so immersed in life that we can see it only in context of itself.  We don't see life as compare to anything, to not-being, for example, to never having been born.  Life just is.

But life itself is a gift.  It's a compliment just being born: to feel, breathe, think, play, dance, sing, work, make love, for this particular lifetime.

Today, let's give thanks for life.  For life itself!  For simply being born.

-Daphne Rose Kingma

What a beautiful thing it is to be blessed with this earthly adventure, with all of its joy and pain and anger and love.  How easy it is to forget this in our day to day lives...

EMILY: Does anyone ever realize life while they live it?  Every, every minute?

STAGE MANAGER: "No.  Saints and Poets, maybe...they do some."

I dedicate today's post to my grandmother, Esther Marie Fischle Joy.  She lived life in the most joyful way possible; a true saint, if there ever was one. I am so grateful to have had her as part of my story, and to have been part of hers.

Esther Marie Fischle Joy
"Tutu"
1923-2013