Someone, some time ago, took the time to dig that proverbial well from which you’re now drinking.  Thank you.

I like to practice this when I turn on the faucet to take a shower. A ton of anonymous people I’ll never meet going back generations were involved in making that water flow.

Thank you.

It only takes a mindful moment but when I do it, I feel my soul expand. (Note to self: Do it more often.)

I typed the first draft of this on my iPod parked on the side of the road half way between our house and the Trail. Zeus was kicking it on the center console. I pulled over to capture the idea because I was applying the same wisdom to the roads. Someone built these roads. Actually. A ton of people. Over generations.

It’s easy for me to take this for granted along with the other near infinite number of things that exist because of the near infinite number of anonymous souls who gave a bit of their life force to make my life possible.  Thank you.

May I, as Einstein so eloquently said, remember you today and give back in equal measure.

Today look around you. See the objects you take for granted and see the anonymous souls who made them all possible. And say thank you.

Then give back as you make today a Masterpiece with them in mind.