Week of November 19, 2017

Dear Friends,

The dark mornings are both hard and a gift.  I want to snuggle under the covers a bit longer, but the dogs must be walked.  I put flashers on them, a light on myself and bundle up and head out.  Somewhere along the way the sun starts coming up.  When I am in a place of grace, I pay attention.  Each morning is a gift of dawning.   I might prefer to dwell in the rights and wrongs the blacks and whites, the goods and evils.  But morning is a perennial reminder that what is between is most lively, rich, beautiful and fleeting.  

May it be so for you.