This morning I feel a significant inner shift. I feel more conscious of my breathing, more joyful about nothing in particular; just about being here now, aware of my breathing, the warmth of my quilt, the ability to flow ink on paper. And then, to have
eyes to see clearly what is written. All seems a miracle in the moment.

These two thumbs that dominate the process. That we have these wondrous opposable thumbs. Good morning, thumbs, and thank you for making my life so DOABLE! I sit in awe of your abilities as daily you and my index fingers accomplish wondrous feats, like cutting with scissors, tieing shoes, holding pens and chalks, hair brushes, toothbrushes, dishes in the sink. All the daily tasks of office, household and creative expression without you would be impossible.

Oh, you wondrous opposable thumbs!

You know, I've never before grasped your uniqueness in with such appreciation.
Oh yes, science teachers have attempted to bring it to my attention. But, in those
days, my mind was far off, out a springtime window longing to simply run and feel the
the wind in my hair. I never even heard most of what he was saying.

Only now, at last, in the quiet morning solitude, I can truly and deeply appreciate these two thumbs, as one enables pen to flow to paper, while the other effortlessly grasps that very notebook being written in. They operate with such self assurance, each confident in function and form, a veritable confirmation of the wonder that is
the HUMAN BEING.

GLORY TO THE OPPOSABLE THUMB!