JUST BENEATH EVERYTHING

"Spring Blooms by the Pond", oil,
by Jamie Williams Grossman

     I'm slowly learning that if I look under old or unlucky things, I can almost always find windfalls waiting for me, though I still rarely remember to look. If I feel frayed and worn in my 71^st year, I can lift up that feeling and there’s the sparkle that’s always been there, bringing brand new life to me moment by moment. If something crashes in my life, I can look beneath the debris to discover the wisdom that waits there in its surprisingly shining wrapping. Something beneficial always reveals itself if I simply remember to lift up what looks frightful and find it there, just where it always is, where good gifts always are, just beneath everything.