What am I missing?  Sometimes it seems like a lot when I see all the empty space in my basket and look at my lists of dreams, intentions and goals.  As another years closes, I wonder what more I'll be able to gather in the time left.  I'm not so concerned about the things as I am experiences, places and activities.  The desire to taste more of what's in the marketplace.  Why?  I guess it's to see if I've been missing something that would somehow make life richer.

Then, I wonder what that could possibly be.  The makings for a feast are already in my basket.  Perhaps, no most likely, what I need is to rearrange the ingredients into a different recipe and add spices of appreciation. 

Just like those pieces of paper that I locate when I look again in the pile I alrready went through several tiimes, the ingredients of a satisfying life miraculously appear where they have always been. 

What was it I was missing now?  I believe if it's truly important, it is there or will be there when next I look.