“Aren’t we lucky?” I said.
“Aren’t we blessed?” she responded.
She wasn’t nit picking, she was pointing out the important differences between being lucky and being blessed.
I thought of that while we were driving through the Mackenzie Country on Friday and stopped to look across Lake Pukaki to Mount Cook:
I also thought of this from Katherine Mansfield:
It was one of those days, so still, so clear, so silent you almost feel the earth itself has stopped in astonishment at its own beauty.