Light comes, the moon a beacon in the sky.

On Saturday, in a Sensory Awareness workshop, we were led to feel our anxiety.  In honoring its presence, I felt expansion and fuller pumping in my heart. Yes, anxiety, and so much more.  

I’m with the words of Iris Murdoch.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

It’s a new day and I balance on the day after a holiday with the enthusiasm of  walking down a Yellow Brick Road, open to adventure that always leads Home.

 My brother passed away a year ago tomorrow.  I feel him here, embracing and lifting me to put on my top hat, and like Fred Astaire tap a dance and sing, sing, sing.

May we all live the blessings of a shared new day.

Moon in the Morning Sky


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