People bump into each other especially when they live in the same house,try to communicate when tired, achy, off balance.  Sometimes it’s just a little nudge and we giggle.  Other times, it’s like a toss down of a red cape and the bulls inside of us square off to the corners of the house, ready to charge, or circle or retreat-eyes staring at each other from inside our hearts.

Nothing is wrong.  Communication accidents in bad weather.  Still, there is that chill that settles over things for a day or so.  I pray for more sun, or rain that keeps me sheltered and cozy inside of myself.  But the constant replay of who said what just repeats inside my head.

What is the message and where is the center of serenity?  It has to be kindness-to myself first?  to the other first?  We are taught to take care of others to a fault.  Or am I truly being selfish?

I retreat into the Divine Center, the resting place and seed of all kindness.  I close my eyes and I am a tender sprout of a birch tree, in a grove of slender wonders, thriving in Her Love.