Sunday, September 1, 2013
I, who awaken before the dawn, woke up this morning with the sun sitting on the mountain. My mind could not figure out what kind of clouds were in the sky or the feel of the morning. I had awakened with the day already in conversation. Then to ponder how others and the earth feel when they meet my presence. Do they walk into a conversation in progress and feel out of sync? Oh that my presence today would greet others with a quiet bench that they might sit, know peace, and the conversation of their heart.