Even in my dullest, numbest, molasses-trudging moments, She is dressed in stars and nods to me.  Be myself.  So right now it is a leaden thought of a long week.  How to get out of that hypnotic, story-filled dull nightmare?  Especially after dragging myself from a dream of sweet kissing.  I love to kiss.  It is such a tender touching of souls to souls to the fireworks of All That Is.

How to carry the kiss instead of the dragging dullness?  I have to search out in every moment of my day for the kiss.  That gentle touch of Her Presence.  The tickle of the treasure, a heart rock, the sunrise, a waving tree.

I trust the path and watch for surprises.