I watched the sunrise this morning. Like meeting an old friend. Haven't done that in awhile. I wrapped myself up in my quilt and sat on the front porch. The birds were singing it up. Sunrise. My dad died just before sunrise last June. Leo, Erik, and I watched the sunrise that morning. Full of birdsong and Dad energy and the most beautiful bittersweet feeling I've ever had in my life washing over me. Sacred.
The day is still quiet, too new for speaking and doing. I whisper my petition to the melon sky.
May we take right action today. May we find the right words. May we share Peace. The Peace of simply Being.
Blessings to the day~