What to Write

I was looking through my pictures today, hoping for some inspiration; and found that my heart most resonated with this image of our terribly spoiled, though at the time worn out, family pet. Speaking of pets, our apartment complex neighbors across the way brought home the cutest little pink pig with a black saddle-like spot on its back and black on its ears. They are clearly keeping this dainty creature as a pet, but my husband says it will be dinner some day. Such is life in an upper middle class Chinese neighborhood. Nothing much has been going on of late as you can probably sense by this post, and yet there is a recognition in my heart that life could or should be continually rich when a person is loved and gives love. There is wonder and beauty to be seen in the ordinary if eyes are opened. I love the following quotes from "The Black Cauldron" by Lloyd Alexander:

"There is much to be known," said Adaon, "and above all much to be loved, be it the turn of the seasons or the shape of a river pebble. Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts."

Adaon smiled gravely. "Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too."

If only the head and the heart could communicate better.