This morning the sky was a mix of clarity, fog, and a vibrant pink streak. Now all is blue with some white streaks of clouds. Touch possibility and guidance in change.

Rumi:

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.