When I was 61 and alone in the world, I went to Saratoga Springs and talked to an analyst, and he was deeply into Buddism, he advocated meditation and asked me what I wanted in life, and I said I wanted love, and he chuckled and looked dubious and said “at 61, most people are no longer looking for love.You are taking on an awful lot of change.” I said I was, and I did, and I found it, right across the street from me, in one of own barns.

This morning, five years later, I stepped out of the shower and turned to grab a towel, and looked into the window to see a heart with a smile drawn on the window in the steam – finger art. I thought of that day, of that talk, and I decided to send him a note and an e-mail to let him know what had happened and to remind him to never give up on love, or to ever encourage anyone else to give up on love.

It is a miracle to begin my day in this way, every day is a precious gift to me, a miracle.