The Wheel turns faster some days, the mind trying to grip the ring and fly off o the rollercoaster at the same time.  The year ahead whirls around me and I haven’t left my house this morning.

Sweet One, I lean on your Presence.  Show me a light on the Path.  Allow me safe passage.  Remind me that it is only step by slow step that the Way diverts, turns off, tangents from one forest to another.  Soothe my marauding mind, and lead it back to your sanctuary within.

With Your silent eyes, just look at me, and I will know where to find You.  You speak in every cell of my body, each movement of the air I breathe and with the slightest wave of the green branches that reach to Me.