I would like to thank

I would like to thank …

I would like to thankI would like to thank the sun for coming through my window this morning, casting strips of shadows through the blinds and onto the floor. They were the ladder rungs I used to climb out of bed and into the bathroom.

I would like to thank my sink and the cool fountain water I cupped to my cheeks. Splash, splash. Tingle.

I would like to thank my mirror — but forget that one. The mirror’s too judgmental, and so early in the morning! Bad mirror, bad mirror.

So instead I will thank my teal towel that gently rubbed and opened my eyes so I might see the day and pray to make it a good one.

I would like to thank the day for showing up yet again, whatever the season or reason. I love how it weaves its fingers through mine and gently tugs: “Let’s begin.”

And I would like to thank the universal powers that be, whatever their shape or name, for the periodic wisdom that allows me to follow my purpose, with trust.



Windshield duet

Writer Beth Mende Conny's meditationRainy and cold, in the 50s but feels like the 30s. Grey skies have a way of deceiving the body.

Bundled in a heavy jacket, I sit in my car waiting for the light to change. My iTouch is playing, but I don’t know the song’s name or artist. It’s one of those wild-card songs a friend has passed along and swears I will love, even though she, herself, doesn’t know the singer or title. But it’s a catchy, indeed, sunny tune, and for a moment my windshield wipers swish to its beat.

I love when this happens, this sudden alignment of music and mechanics. For a few seconds, life feels purposeful, everything in sync. Magical.

But then the light changes and my wipers get wacky, and I’m back to feeling cold. Nonetheless, I know that if I am patient and attentive, I’ll hear the wipers cycle back and play in time to the music, a miraculous duet.