“The wonders of God are everywhere, and most people miss ’em.” That was the way a man named Sahr greeted me at Reagan National Airport one time when we were seated near each other in the terminal. And when I agreed with him, we were off and running in a conversation that has stayed with me. What had his life experience been that propelled him to say that line to me, a non sequitur for sure, when I simply sat down in a chair next to him?
The most fun thing I did last year was to roll down a steep hill, coming eventually to rest on a plateau. It wouldn’t have been fun if I didn’t plan it, but I did do it on purpose. I took to the grass with a friend, head to head, and we rolled like logs, laughing hysterically. It was pure fun, simple, free and spontaneous.
And yet it fell amidst all sorts of efforts and striving towards orchestrating fun events, at finding novelty and delight,