The frosted grass said to glisten with gratitude like stars.  The pine at the corner said to keep my head tall in the heavens high above the pain of pruning. The fir across the street said to spread out and make myself some shade.

Shade in the darkness before the dawn.  Well, I’m still pouting for the pruning and grudgingly grateful.  Letting go, surrendering, allowing, and setting all thoughts aside for peace of my mind.  My mind is in pieces, and to let them scatter, to let them fall all over the floor in a mess, is just what is needed right now today.  They are all still safe, I am safe, and when it is time, they will all be gathered up and gently put in the play box for another day.

I work for Allah, Adonai, the Mistress.  I am Her executive assistant.  On my list is to find another computer, set up all the programs and documents again, follow the path to another place of service, and just glisten.  The grass does not move, but it shines like diamonds in the streetlight.  The moon and Jupiter are not frantic or flailing and their brilliant pattern, crescent and shining light, are a guide for me to merely be.

In love.  In Presence.  In life.