It took scores of years undergoing the soul test to understand what the present is. Now I type words contentedly, hoping the present extends itself. Whatever the future holds, I’ll meet it hearing these words, “May he rest in peace.” I’m resting in a peaceful presence now, and in no hurry whatsoever.
Waking up is a gift. At my age, landing on the floor is a gift, as is each new day, another test day. Answer this. What am I going to do today? Choose something good, and your Q scores go up.
— Contact Terry Cummins at TLCTLC@AOL.com