“Therefore I tell you,” said Christ in His sermon on the mount, “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.  Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they?  Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”

This is one of the most powerful passages in the Bible, for me, anyway.  I worry a lot.  I worry about everything, silly things.  Being too cold, being too warm (this is where cardigans come in handy, really), whether my dishes will break, things like that. 

When I hear the faraway honking of geese, it makes feel wistful, sad, jealous.  These are creatures who really have it together.  They fly thousands of miles in the cold, protected only by their own feathers and the aerodynamics of their V-formation.  They stop for a layover, and find water and tasty grass right there.  This system never ceases to amaze me.

I want to be like a goose.  I want to be more Zen.  I ask my Heavenly Father to help me be more Zen.