Wednesday, June 27, 2007

I have a rock...

Yes, I have a rock. And my own mountain. And a wild river, too. Clean air. Clean water. A snug place to sleep at night. A bowl of soup and a piece of toast. Shade trees in summer. With such blessings how could one not be happy?

I am troubled that so many in this world are denied such blessings.

Have I done something special to deserve this grace? Or is my good fortune the random disbursement of bounties being cast in all directions by the hands of fate?

My gratitude is unbounded, but my task perhaps is to enjoy these blessings without a heavy heart...

Do you ever feel guilty for your blessings instead of counting them?

Photo credit: Natalie Neal Whitefield