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Well, I've broken through the 400 barrier of blog posts. When I think about it, I can't imagine having enough ideas - random or organized - to have written 400 missives.

In fact, this feels a little, you know, anticlimactic. I mean with all of the big changes in my life, the current state of the world, global warming, the continued fight for equality for all, ebola, a shocking lack of notable miracles of late, and a general malaise of the soul that so many feel right now, breaking through a number seems shallow.

On the other hand, life is made up of the small things, the notable moments, the special, serendipitous happenings that color days in beautiful ways and empower frightened people to accomplish Herculean feats. The moment in which we find ourselves is the only moment we are guaranteed, after all. The past, well it's already happened, and the future isn't a given.

Little (and not so little) things that make life remarkable and help fill moments with..something special: sunrise, sunset, wispy clouds floating across azure skies, dark chocolate, champagne, tender kisses, passionate kisses, touching fingertips, the perfect jeans, fragrant flowers, purring kitties, dogs with wagging tails, a friend's smile, warm showers, shiny lip gloss, loved ones' laughter, brie with honey, fabulous perfume, yoga sessions, fresh air, rain, love, happiness, music, restful sleep, family.

Right now, this moment? This is what we are, where we are, and I believe we are supposed to notice each one like it's a treasure pulled from a box of ordinary.

To the little things, and to many, many more musings that make the most of moments that become part of something, over time, that matters.

Hugs!

Stevie

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