With the extra non-distracted time, I was able to savor some of life’s little snapshots.
There he was [and still is]: One of the weekday Mass ‘regulars’ greeting folks as they returned to their seat from Communion. In my case, we fist-bumped.
It’s camaraderie. It’s kinship. It’s good will. Voluntary on his part. Sought-out on my part.
Magic, I tell you.
During these years, seek out your own magic moments, and feel free to share yours in the comment section. Would love to hear them.
In fact, if I collect 50 ‘magic moments’, I’ll have no choice but to make a book of them. [Not trying to harvest email addresses, honest. Just would love to see what qualifies as ‘magic’ for readers.]
Note: I retired for twelve months and learned plenty. I’ll be posting my impressions and lessons–I’ll call them ‘stepping stones‘–as a friend, not an advisor, and certainly not as an expert. Quite the opposite, in fact.
