The world is rocking as people reach within to balance what’s been wrong.

Black Lives Matter rings through the air and the ground under our feet.

I sit amidst it all, feeling like a bell continually being rung.

This morning the image comes of one of those sliding tile puzzles.  There are 16 squares with 15 tiles and you move them to align numbers or letters or form a picture.

I find myself as the space, the open place where movement is allowed.

I don’t know what this day brings and I open my wings to spring.  Mama Bird is sitting on her nest and seems comfortable with my checking in on her, not too close and not too far.  I say, “I love you,” and she responds, “Tweet!”

From my office window

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