It is a bright crisp blue colored autumn day.  Perfect for a football game and I’m grateful I’m not called to sit on the hard benches for hours.  The day is about the clarity of gratitude.

Having gone through the valley of the shadow of fear of fear, I am on the hillside overlooking the view.  Wide-reaching horizon, deep rich hidden crevices–all that I seem to know and don’t know.  Taking risks despite the darkness of the twisting path unseen ahead of me.  Only in the fog finding the sweet siren song of Sophia.  Wisdom as the braiding of intellect, kindness and goodness of the Way.

Today the sun is spread like homemade butter on warm thick bread.  I am rich with the now of Yes.