Tonight I was outside. I was looking at the half moon and thanking her for keeping the rhythm for us.
Then I realized there were planes flying over. I spotted three. I realize that the pilots were keeping a rhythm of sorts. They do an amazing job reading direction and getting folks where they want to go.
And even the neighbor who was out swinging a bat, apparently in practice, was practicing rhythm.
Life is about rhythm, isn't it?
I guess our job is to find the rhythm that works for us. We find the rhythm that makes our personal lives work while we try to fit into the rhythms of nature, life and friends.
Perhaps next year my "word" will be rhythm.