Looping the Hen

A Bunny's Prayer

It's been a while since I've mentioned how much I love my life, simple as it is. Sunday evening is my favorite time of the week; all brilliant sunset of gold and crimson with a touch of bittersweet as I prepare myself for the six days ahead. It is also the time I reflect on the days behind me. It consists of 5 hours that are perfectly, peacefully mine. The laundry is done, the house is (reasonably) clean, my body is still warm from a few miles running in the park. The world may be spinning, but I don't know it. It is just me, Shakira, and the words on my monitor.

And the week behind is as good as it gets...nothing monumental happened; I didn't win the lottery or inherit a fortune or win an olympic medal. But still it was near perfect. I ran more than 10 miles (in a week) for the first time in 15 years, including a race where they fed me a Nutty Buddy and Pasta Alfredo afterward. I hung out and played poker with some great friends, and then played D&D with some other great friends. I even made a new one.

I got a raise. I lost a pound. I got my car waxed. I started on my tan. I finished a funny novel, watched a couple of movies, and discarded some junk that was cluttering up my life. I took a chance. I started helping my dad and step-mom with a project I should've helped them with 3 months ago. I conversed with a girl with hypnotic eyes and made some new goals that have me hopeful about tomorrow, and many tomorrows after that. I smiled. A lot. And did some laughing to.

It's not much, but I offer this up as my little Easter Prayer, and I thank God for His Son who rose today, and for every little thing that makes my life sublime and perfect.

I know many don't know it, and for all who don't, it doesn't take anything to have a wonderful life except believing you have a wonderful life, being thankful for every little thing, and doing one's best to ignore the snags. Start something. Take a chance. Kiss your husband or wife or significant other and thank them for being there every day. Try something new. Remember something old. Hug your mom if you can. Shed a tear, or a few, but not bitter ones. Live.

(And when all else fails, promise a spy you'll go skydiving with them.)