One more thing that I can say I’ve learned from my illness this year: a deeper appreciation of the beauty of God’s creation. As badly as humanity has trampled the world, and carelessly exploited its bounty, I am moved almost daily by some sound or sight or smell that’s transcendent. I was visiting a friend’s plant nursery in Florence, OR, yesterday, and noticed this lone rose encrusted in frost. The rest of the shrub was devoid of leaves. Stunning.