Small Things

It is the small things, sometimes tiny acts that take only a moment or the short work of a hand to create. There is a bit of tape and substance at the end of the arm of my reading glasses  now (yes, I wear them) that has replaced the sharp end that was there before. But I didn't make the repair. Someone else did. My days now are filled with a hundred such noticings, small and random acts of service, the simple act of showing up, being present, even for a few minutes an unspeakable gift. I am frequently surprised these days, most often by small things.