Our holiday this summer is different than in the past. Instead of zipping from one place to another every few days, this year we are staying in one place for an entire month, without an agenda, welcoming each day as it unfolds and embracing the gift of being in the moment, whatever it presents. Like wading in the shallow stream and watching a renegade leaf bob along on the surface of the water; just going with the flow, or, smiling at a passerby who reciprocates and begins a friendly conversation about nothing in particular, or listening to the wind rustling through the branches, or getting an enticing whiff of spices from a nearby kitchen; unaware that the chef has plans to share the dish with us and our delight when he does, the feel of Bill’s hand in mine as he steadies himself on the walk up the hill. Even the itch that lingers after the bites from a horsefly reminding me that I’m alive. From it all I am learning that there is great joy in simply “being” and for this lesson I am filled with gratitude.