Our days may be spent under the flourescence of office duties, wrapped up in complicated tasks or micromanaged in an environment unsure of its true calling. Our days may consist of taxiing children, riding subways, running after the bus, or being stuck in traffic surrounded by noxious fumes in the air and talking heads blathering at you from your radio......an errand filled commute to a place called "gotta get through it........"

Our days may be busy beyond reason, absorbing the stories of others, arguing over an issue close to the heart, adjusting our internal temperatures, acknowledging the needs of the people around you. Our days may be soaked in personal worries, of aging parents, of misguided teens, of a depressed friend. Our thoughts and feelings on an so called average day can run the gamut while we juggle, smile, yell, cry, sing, moan and groan.....while we catch our breath skipping and jumping to keep up.


By the time dinner is put on the table, we may be too spent to filter through the highs and lows to pick out the meaningfulness of what matters. It all seems to be stirred together like a goulash which lacks the paprika....bland and unimportant......."gotta get through it......"



meaning drops dead from lack of recognition......along with our spirit.....

until........

......the sun begins her own act of dying for another day. Like a star from a silent movie, she captures your attention as she takes her final colourful bow, forcing you to put aside your own urgencies while she reveals her last wish.....her last message.......

Serenity is found in ressurecting the meaning by reflecting on what matters. Serenity is the gentle touching glow of wanting another day, just like the one about to die. May the recognition of mortality stir your desire again to live out loud, to dance like no one's watching, to sing from your soul, to touch another's soul.......... not to just to get through it. May hope find you again.

Touched by a sunset is to be touched by God.