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The Rapture of Graduation: Everyday Magic, Day 326

Updated: Oct 2, 2023

There’s the rapture of the storm this morning as I lay under blanket with a sleeping cat on my chest, thunder and lightning, and the pounding rain. There’s the rapture, a little one, of drinking the morning coffee while in the bathtub. The rapture of a baked sweet potato. The rapture of seeing an old friend after a long absence. The rapture of how lily-of-the-valley smells. The rapture of singing, full-voice, with the windows open while driving fast toward the mountains in high summer.

I’m excited about the rapture of watching this coming of age of my son, who so didn’t fit what the child-rearing books said about babies and then young children that I ended up ripping some of those books apart with my exasperated hands. I’m looking forward to the steady small rapture of seeing my mom’s smiling face

And when it’s all over, I’m looking forward to the reveling in the rapture of home. If anyone does ascend beyond this planet, I wish them well, but for me, the magic greening all around those I love is rapture enough to stay.

Pictures: Daniel’s first graduation, on Ken’s back in 1990, and Daniel at the Kaw River this year

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