We are to watch ourselves in wonder and patience.  As I worry and fret and cry and fuss like a tired cranky infant.  That is just what this morning brings.  Nothing is wrong.  Nothing seems right.  The trees stand true.  Birds send their lilting melody through the green.

My little human twist of a heart pouts with the morning after sour stomach from attempting to overeat anxiety.  Doesn’t work.

So today, again and again, is a day to surrender to You Dear One.  I will get on the cosmic surfboard and hold on to Your Presence as we soar into the curl of this wave.  You have me and I have You.