Dear President Trump,

It was a beautiful, clear, cool, quiet morning with a nice smattering of stars visible. I only felt scared once when my own shadow surprised me over my shoulder.

Near the end of my run I said my usual lovingkindness prayer for myself, Laura, Iris, a runner I don’t know, you, and all sentient beings. When I got to the final repetition including everyone, I was on our block across the street from our house, still going at a good clip for me. After the part about wishing everyone health and strength I inserted a new line and it went something like: “May we all know that each and every one of us, including ourselves, are unique and precious works of art.” Just as the final words tripped through my brain I felt a drop of water hit the very outside edge of my left hand. I reflexively looked up at the sky but it was still clear so I felt my hand to make sure I felt what I felt and it was indeed wet. I checked the edge of my T-shirt sleeve to see if maybe it was a drop of my own sweat, but it was dry. The rationale explanation is that somehow the tree I was passing under let go a small drop of dew (no one waters on our block) and it hit my hand as I passed by thinking of us all as precious, unique works of art. I do believe this rationale explanation must be technically correct. The physical drop of water came from somewhere logical and didn’t magically coalesce out of thin air just before hitting my hand. However, the meaning I do or don’t find in it is another thing. Obviously it could be pure coincidence that the first time I said we are all precious works of art, including myself, in a prayerful way happened to be at the same, and only, time a drop of water with no readily apparent source fell and hit my hand. Most sturdy rationale people would go with this. Personally, though, I sometimes like to think the Universe is sending me messages, trying to get my attention. It’s like the Universe is telling me we are on the right track — we all really are precious, unique works of art and we need to care for and love each other and ourselves accordingly. This is serious good news.

May we all be safe to receive blessings.
May we all be happy to go out on righteous limbs.
May we all be healthy and sturdy but not overly concrete.
May we all know we are each precious and unique works of art.
May our lives unfold and intersect with grace and love.

Sincerely,
Tracy Simpson