That’s the first principle they keep talking about.  Just being aware of the flow in, through and around me. Allowing it and surfing it without question.  Maybe trimming my sails to get a good wind, or letting my craft sit in the shallow quiet end for a while, there are choices.

However, as I sit allowing the virus bugs in my body chew a bit on me, my body producing mucous to ease them out without much damage, the precious fog nursing the tall pines, the soft waves of hidden traffic, the cool fresh sweet forest air, the colorful warmth of my afghan–his is the Way this morning.

Gentle smile feels the arms of the Divine Love holding and singing lullabyes just to me.  The Flow and the Friend–an infinitely brilliant combination.