Every morning, I guess, is a reboot of my rusty computer self.  A new day, similar routine, different tasks.  But each morning I am grateful to sit and remember who I am.

I am that I am that I am as part of the Brilliant I Am.  Whether curled up inside a tapestry and jeweled Elephant, riding on the shoulders of a cosmic-sized warm Carpenter, or cradled in the arms of Grandmother Goddess, I am that I am within.

Stretching my day at all ends, I claim the rich gift of life–human/spirit/animal Divine.