There are mornings when you feel like everything is smiling back at you. Even the overcast skies and the bare breeze that makes the leaves of trees quiver just so. And then there’s the sudden touch of your warm palm on your shoulder as you hug yourself, and the crooning music that finds its way out of your iPod, and the soothing massage of nepalese black tea sliding down your parched throat…
Life is not always like this, but it’s about appreciating moments of grace and being present enough to make every part of your being remember what it’s like to feel good. And creating opportunities for recreating more of that feeling as the days go by.
Do I sound like I have just stepped out of a rut? 
I was looking at my old writings and stumbled upon this one…
Gentle Wish
21 December 1997 At Sunset Boracay Island, Philippines
(For Corina)
The sunset is just about to fade into darkness. Alone, I see the colours of the sea horizon smile back at my hidden smile. Peace is being here in my solitude with feelings comfortably unexplained, unlabeled. It is only I who seek to understand or not understand. Not even the sunset needs words or descriptions as it sits there all mine to cherish. Strange yet sweet … This newness of not having to make snapshot memories of every passing moment, No scooping palms gathering sand to bring back home. As the first star comes out I wish gently for happiness. And how does one wish "gently"? I too ask, and find quick answers: like a passing breeze no jolts, no piercing pain, no pleading desperation for a wish to come true. Almost like a prayer : for peace in this heart of pure white sand, in this life of open palms; for happiness in this solitude of a fading twilight, for joy to give out in the arms of night.
