It is essential to tune up before a symphony–even if you get to the concert hall a bit late.  Each morning I yearn for this time to open to the vibrations around me and send them out again.  It cleans out the flute of me for better music with Her Sweet Breath and His Tender Fingers.

There is a red leafed tree along my walk with tiny red whirlybird seeds getting fat under the shade.  The underside of these leaves are green.  Red is action, green is healing.  As I heal within me, so I am fattened fruit, and I am moved to action to plant again and again the seed of Gaia in the rich soil of you.

Mind full, heart full, body ready, overflowing Oversoul of me–I surf Heaven all day long.