Today I rise visualizing myself as an orchid flower, intricate within my petal spread.  

I open the Buddhist magazine Lion’s Roar to its advertisements for books, one of my favorite things, and what comes is “less is more”.  I look at the list of Democrats who are running for president, and I find myself leaning toward Marianne Williamson who has added herself to the flock, covey, herd, swarm, and bringing in fragrance, bouquet, of candidates running, and it does feel like running as we’re bombarded with who is best able to handle a tragic, complex, and tangled mess.  

This quote is often attributed to Nelson Mandela but it’s hers.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.

What if we listened to a candidate who presents a vision of love, as we honor our gifts, knowing there’s more than enough for all?

It’s been forty-one days since my brother passed.  My head is beginning to clear and I’m moving into readiness to step back into this world I love and share.