I began the morning with a trip to the Farmer’s Market. I go every Saturday I can and most of the time, I come away with veg or bread or fruit building blocks for meals during the coming week. I go for the produce, and I go for the aesthetics. I love the textures, the colours, the arrangements, of what is in season at that moment. Just gorgeous…a big palette of God’s creativity and generosity. This morning my bag had zucchini, pears, two chocolate chip cookies, a croissant, and yellow beans squirreled away in its pockets. I’d also picked up a flat white at Laughing Whale on my way out.

If time allows, a trip to Point Pleasant Park often follows…a little reading, a little writing, the pleasure of leisurely taking in, noticing, considering, things, and life, and all surrounding. This morning, I pulled into a spot, rolled down the windows, and took a sip of the flat white…only to look over at the car next to me who also had its windows down and a couple sipping coffee. They raised their cups–Morning!–And I raised mine–Morning! All three of us laughed, smiled, and then kept a peaceable quiet so that the birds could be heard.

And I thought…I don’t know what to call this morning except living prayer. Yes, I thought… Relationship with the Holy; Acknowledgement of the Holy; Being aware, a part of, and moved by, the Holy, wholly present, wholly here, wholly now.

…Amen…and… Thank you…