A Warm Towel

I wish that I had some witty blog entry jam-packed full of crass, irreverent NYC truths (believe me, those entries are coming) but today, my brain is running and trying its best to wrap itself around gratiude-my gratitude- so large-so all encompassing that I have to admit I cannot process it all. I have accepted the fact that being thankful is a continuum...or it should be. No one wants to be reminded of how blessed they are if it means losing something they once took for granted. For me, yesterday, I was face to face with my blessings-all the while looking at someone else being robbed of hers. I say that. She is so far a superior human being and spirit than I. She probably feels she got the raw end of a deal that has a finite sentence-she can see the good amidst the bad. I just saw how good I have it and how unfair life is. There is no explanation. If I learn nothing else it is just that one has to have faith in God (or in whomever you credit your life on this earth...) Let's face it, He goes by hundreds of names but He is one in the same. And we have no answers here. Nothing makes sense and nothing is black and white. It is the shades of gray that require the most faith, I think. Turning that helplessness over to God is all we can do. Yesterday was like bathing in the tub of life's grayness and hoping that faith is that big, warm towel waiting outside to hold you-to wrap yourself in-to help the chill go away. My towel gets bigger everyday. It has to.