How can I keep my heart open as the sky?  Letting clouds, storms, even days of dreary rain just be rain?  What would work to hold my mind as free as the earth–allowing mud, earthquakes, and spring to do what it will with my body?

Somehow it would mean giving up this idea of trudging with the pouting resentment, or sludge of emotions dragging me down.  A goal and purpose more than the next trip I suppose, that reaches beyond the uselessness that clouds my vision at every turn.

Ok Sweet One, I call on your Presence.  Rock me softly as I lean on Your purpose–to feel life and love through me.  Bless us as I allow you to feel this wandering around what looks like a dead end, hoping so much that my heart opens up to Your Sky.

Thank you forever for the spring bird at dawn.