My Pasta Baby

Does a feeling ever come over you...of pure compassion and tenderness for every living thing and every little piece of life that you have ever experienced? I don't know why this happens, but I wish I could hold onto it. The other day I found myself holding a package of Barilla pasta like a baby in the grocery store, softly patting it as I walked slowly through the dairy section, thinking of how wonderful it was to be able to buy soy milk in a neat little package and how lucky I am to be alive and how I just wish I could find some way to express my gratitude...or someONE to express it to...or someTHING to do to give everyone else a little piece of what I was feeling. Everything seemed almost melancholy in its innocence. If only we could have this perspective all the time.

How do we do that?

"Nobody Wants to be STUCK with the OLD MAID!!!"

Just a really funny quote by my three-year-old niece. That's all.