Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

  I didn't read the news. I raked a rainbow of pungent autumn leaves, played abroad with happy dogs, held my granddaughter in my arms, and sat beneath an amiable maple, attentive to current events.

  At lunch today it was the purple of the olive pits against my cobalt plate that stunned me. At tea, the gold of a peach bloodstained by its stone. I do not know where the greater part of the miracle lies: that I should pause  to notice this, or that I, a woman of such great hungers, should be so well satisfied by such small things.