I'm grateful for the moments with no name; the many fleeting glimpses into the eternal--the sun rays blanketing the hills as we lounge on the straw-like grass mid-afternoon, spewing witty remarks or puns, uttering the stupid phrase. I'm grateful for the laughter that erupts. The silence that binds. The insights that shape us. There's no one thing in particular, just the continual affirmation of beauty and truth--the perpetual declaration of something greater. Sometimes, it's glimpsed in solitude. More often it's found in or with the other. Friendship: those that reveal sacramentality in the daily; those that introduce the divine into our world; those that shout "we're on this journey, too!" without ever parting their lips.
And when they do, it's beautiful.