A wonderful weekend of sitting in my bliss–time disappearing, reminding those who sit at my table of the love, possibilities and brilliance of themselves.  Tired bones that are not quenched with rest.  Pruning the rose bushes in warm spring sun, cutting them back for beauty and strength  A movie with my honey. 

Now the depths of doldrums.  Pulling reluctant body to face my place as cog in the works of humanity.  I am the center of the spirit and matter–still so very new at this play game.  I hear the birds, watch the bright open dandelions I pull from my lawn and bow at their wisdom.

Sweet One, let me face Your shining light.  Show me Your everpresent nourishment deep inside me.  And please today, let me not take myself and my sluggish body too seriously.