Mindfulness sitting in my dear perch looking out at the sunrise over the forest. Birds chattering their morning tribute to sun and food and spring.  Traffic rising and falling against the highway shore beyond sight.  I am not in traffic–brilliant gratefulness overflows.

In this easy morning bliss, I am still puzzled by fears, anxieties and melancholy  A funny way for a magnificent spirit to enjoy this dear piece of earth.

Adventures are made of challenges.  Journeys require packing.  From here to there is often the in-between place.  With infinite grace–here and now.