Curtains dropped in our path from a friend–bright and matching everything.  My Kwan Yin statue–too much of a discount from a goddess friend to a goddess of a goddess.  A spider plant shoot in a pot for growth left in my hands that grows fond friend memories each day.  A gold laminated box–spectacularly empty always safe–from my daughter of dreams.

Litters of love all around me.

Today I will litter love: gum wrapper smile, banana peel of laughter and joking, slime all over my day of faith shown on my face as I easily complete database projects of scum.  I put on my hip boots and surround myself with armfulls of generosity, kindness and peace.