I was in New York City today for the third time this week.  It was cold and dark when I caught the 6:50 train.  I had brought some editing and got into a fabulous focus flow with my two seatmates who were both buried in their Kindles.

The train was delayed by 40 minutes, and I was walking fast when a taxi unloaded its passenger right in front of me, so I flagged him down.  He was a lovely Sikh gentleman, and because I have a long and deep relationship with India and Nepal, we began to talk.

He said what a beautiful day it was.  How many people do not notice the beauty of the day and the simple pleasures of the sun and just being alive.  He talked about people living in India who seem often so much happier even though they are poorer by far.   He talked about spirit and appreciation and happiness pretty much for the whole trip, which was not long, and I felt pretty blissful by the time we reached my destination.

As I got out of the taxi, I realized that I had just experienced a rampage of appreciation.   Have a listen.