The further I wake into this life, the more I realize that love is
everywhere and the extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of
all that is ordinary. Light is in both the broken bottle and the
diamond, and music is in both the flowing violin and the water dripping
from the drainage pipe. Yes, love is under the porch as well as on top of
the mountain, and joy is in both the front row and the bleachers, if we
are willing to be where we are.