From Walt Whitman [via following Eden], a manifesto of sorts. I am always searching for the meaning, and I find it in little bursts most of the time—an unexpected phone call, a bird outside the window, a meal with friends. My good memories in this life are made up mostly of small pleasures like these, and I treasure each one like a jewel, holding it up to the light to see each facet.

Thanks to Amber for reminding me.