I don’t want to be new, I don’t want to be different–sounds too much like a struggle.  But with each breath I take, there is a new moment I stand on the planet.  Each movement I make, no matter how routine, is a different day.  I am renewed each wave of sweet spring fragrance. The trees are bigger, the tulips regenerate, new birds.

I saw a duck with a dozen ducklings swimming in a big puddle yesterday.  The runt of the litter was running faster than her siblings, but she was not the last in the line. 

Life finds a way to run and thrive and giggle and jump and look around for the brilliance of beauty.

The earth refreshes my soul.