Gratitude makes a gift more memorable …

I was loading groceries into my car when I heard violin music. It was alive and in-my-head close. Immediately, it elevated me, transported me. And as I made my way out of the parking lot, I saw the violinist, and stopped my car to drop a tip in his basket. As I sat back down in my car, tears were steaming. I put my hands together to say “namaste” to the musician. “God bless you,” he said. But he never stopped playing.

And I can still hear the music. We make something more real by being thankful for it.