Thank you Lord for another beautiful day. Thank you for the peace of late in my heart. May meditations help keep me in this place. Thank you for Mary and joy and happiness and leap frogs and leap years and leaping bounds and leaping lords and partridges and families and goonies and boonies and boogers and slashes and swamps and alligators and socks and boots and belts and welts and svelts and African safaris and sunrises and tequilas and rums and punches and pulls and pulleys and jogs and jocks and jams and jumping beans and silly songs and silly love and Mary and berries and swamps and proteins and beans and teens and teams and teeming swaps with teeming frogs and bellies and laughs and jellies and beans and swamps and socks and smells and shoes and running and noses and blows and whales and blubber and lamps and oil and Saudi's and deserts and swamps and frogs and toads and toes and shoes and sandals and beaches and sand and ocean spray and cranberries and bogs Massachusetts and churches and British and Scottish and Irish and whiskey and baileys and Rumpold and Christie and virus and sadness and suffering in silence and shouting in vain and vanities of the fair and vanities of the boat and shows and stage and managing and bows and bows boughs and trees of green and smell of pine and running and jumping and being and seeing and loving and hugging and sighing and hands in clasps and wondering and joying and in ecstasy and finding it all and losing it all and having it all in having nothing.