#163

(Unusually tinted sky... the beginning of the end of summer...?)

An end - epitomized in death - always makes one feel that one did not appreciate enough, that one took the existence of the sharing and fellowship for granted - when the existence (of sharing) itself perhaps was the miracle; always wanting to improve or add to existence - to life - which keeps us going and moving, but when the life is taken away, or simply ends, we feel as if we'd somehow squandered the blessings that when we look back on seem like such great abundance of unimaginable generosity. To have no regrets then is to receive and appreciate as much as we can fully experience, giving thanks for, what we already have or can have while we have them. To fully experience - what more, or less, can we do. So that when life ends, we can celebrate the miracle that was and has now gone.