More anxiety fretting vs. deep serenity and release–the gap seems cavernous.  Waking with a brain battling over plans to pack, heart wrenching doubts, loneliness and irritation that people want to visit me.

My readings remind me that this is a dance, that I can slow it down at any time.  I can see it as a performance and sit to rest as a wallflower too–with the song birds in the forest, the loud crows, even merely to feel the waves of traffic.

I bow to the Lotus within me, throughout me, surrounding me, beneath me, above me.  To that Beauty that swirls my chakras, energizes my cells, whispers sweet life nothings in my deaf ear.

This day, dear one, is Yours.