Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I hope our daughter has a good weekend.  She and we are awaiting results of more tests, and it's best not to wait, but get on with our lives and not tackle phantoms when we will know soon a course of treatment that is specific and doable.  Her life is rich and full of love and friendship, and I hope she enjoys everything one day at a time.  Let her weekend be beautiful and filled with laughter and beauty and love.  Speculation is fruitless and depressing.  Whatever will be will be.  My mother used to love that song Doris Day sang:  "Que cera, cera".  The future's not ours to see.  No, and that is not where we should be directing our minds.  Here and now.  Here and now.  Right now is complicated enough, and rich enough and full of happiness and pain, mixed up in the shimmering fountain of life.