The morning is slow to wake.  The body longing to dive under the covers.  The heart and mind reaches, unfolds and stretches to the day.

My little light seems tiny and obscured, but will shine tonite briefly sharing the goodness I feel with my art.  I sit watching the trees, taking lessons from their still bright brilliance.  Each of them content and true in the forest of many.  There is no pushing and shoving, just the flow of earth, sun and rain.

So word by word, smile by smile, I will stand and let Her words spill out through me.  Grateful for this honor to share my miniscule craftship, open to an unclear horizon, walking the Way step by word by step.