I start realizing that my well-being depends in no small measure on the moments of flight, when I feel free, creative and powerful. Today wasn’t it. Today felt ordinary. The office was hot and dusty. Outside, there was a heavy sky and rain.

But when I look back on this day, I see a half dozen micro-dozes of happiness:

An invitation to Sanctuary Sangha

A reiki prayer that Rosie sent me this morning

A picture of Griffin and rainbows

An impromptu conversation about past and future with colleagues

A meeting with little girl named Jeanne in the library, who introduced herself to my son: j’ai quatre ans. Personne n’a quatre ans comme moi.

And most important of all, the light is returning.

This is enough. This is more than enough. As Rosie says in her prayer: just for today.