At One with the Miraculous

 I've been spending a little time every day saying small prayers of gratitude.  

So I am going to spend today spending a lot more time in that space of the divine, because the divine surely has had a hand in a few things.

Elder's liver enzymes are back to normal. We don't know definitively what to attribute this to, but there it is. 

Younger continues to floor me in ways great and small. Coming home casually with a job in his back pocket was one of  his surprises.  The varsity letter (this time for bowling) he pulled out of his backpack a couple days ago was another.  He's blunt to the point of rude, but he calls everyone sir or ma'am and remembers to say please and thank you, so perhaps his bluntness is forgivable. 

Early morning dreams put me in the same space of some dearly, recently departed loved ones, leading me to think about the divine and sacred places. Anywhere with the three of my boys is one of these places--it's almost like the four of us together create a forcefield.  But in the absence of them, I find the woods a good go-to. 

But when the world rocks me back on my heels, I take off to Green Lane and Perkiomen Valley Brewery.

I seldom name names to places, but in this case, I'll make an exception; it's owned by dear friends who not only work amazing magic in their fermenters (every single one of their beers is amazing), but they have also created a safe and welcoming space for everyone. You cannot walk in there and not feel you are in touch with the divine. That the owners have instilled such an abiding sense of calm and peace in this place is something of a miracle in it of itself.

I went for a drive up there last night, meandering through the countryside, past sheep, getting a little lost, but I needed the meander. And when I arrived, the runners club was all there enjoying a post run libation. A couple ladies enjoyed a flight or two with their dinner. And I enjoyed the music, the buzz, chatting with one of the owners and the barkeeps, catching up on everyone's news, and returned in an equally circuitous route with a trunk full of cheer. 

As always, I will give most of the beer away. It's great advertising. 

When someone creates a space for the divine, you honor it by making sure it sticks around for a while.