Image via WikipediaToday, I am sitting in the room that we refer to as our “study,” and the wind is racing its way around our home. As it does so, I hear the score played by the various wind chimes hung outside the house. When the wind intensifies, the sound played by the wind chimes is akin to the first recital of eager but untrained students–tortured and grating; whereas, as the wind blows gently, the music is calm, inviting and soothing. Suddenly, I am overcome with gratitude. I have the ability to hear–the good, the bad and everything in between. It is a gift that I often take for granted, but today, I stop for a moment to acknowledge, and give thanks for this precious gift. Blessings.
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