The dawn was brilliant.  There is no breeze, but it is a chilly morning.  The season is slowly turning over, adding extra blankets but leaving the window open.  The air is sweet and I am home.

Aiming for gratitude today, and being pulled by the dark melancholy of impending father’s death, a ditty of human/spirit game play is today’s meditation:

abrupt awareness
bouncing bother
caring chaos
destructive desire
effortless excitement
graceful growl
humungous humor
itchy insight
jealous joy
killer kindness
lamentful love
mumbling message
numbing now
openhearted ouch
potential push
quick qwill
restless respite
sweet scare
tieless tears
uncomfortable uncertainty
violent vision
wonder willfulness
excitable exit
zzzzzz of endless sleep