>It occurs to me, today, that serenity is truly a “one day at a time” kind of occurence. I am as unsure of what will bring her as I am of what will take her away. She sneaks up on me unannounced. As the day unfolds a quiet moment whispers gently, “This is it, this is serenity.” My breathing quiets as I intentionally feel the peace the moment holds. I smile as I recognize the gift I have received and I silently give thanks.
There is no announcement on her leaving. In the midst of a new day, my brain clangs with cacophonous doubt and only after I stop to observe the noise do I realize she has gone. I know there is nothing I can consciously do to bring her back. My only responsibility is to know when I hold her and appreciate that time.