M is for multiple things.
Like Monticello. That’s where the bus broke down. It’s so easy to mentally go back to those broken down places.
But M is also for Moving On. It may be easy to go back, but it’s also important to move on.
M is for Mirrors, because reflection is important.
M is for Meals, each one a sumptuous feast at Laity Lodge. More than the food, though, is the sharing of stories that happens over a meal — telling the tales of broken down buses or lives, and finding peace and acceptance even when the whole story is told.
M is for the Moon. Its light is merely a reflection of the sun’s light. I don’t want to be corny about it, but my friends also reflect the Son’s light for me, and that’s very precious. Because sometimes the night is dark, and the only light we can see is a reflected one.
And M is for each Moment and the Miracle of living life — because each breath we take should no more amazing than that first breath from the womb.
Each blade of grass, each rock piled on rock, each bird at the feeder, each tear, each friend, each mountain, each sunset, each lift-off, each landing, each ( fill-in-the-blank ) — they are all miracles.
We lives a series of miracles most of which escape our notice.
Life is rich. Magnificent, in fact, when we choose to embrace it.
And Magnificent also begins with M.