Twists of Praise

This morning a whispered prayer that I might always and in all ways see something new in all I meet. That I might offer a gift of praise and thanks for their being. People are like my precious trees...always a new twist, bend, texture, or touch of light but you have to pause and see...not let fly by unnoticed.

Recognition

Today, may all my actions, thoughts, words, deeds, work, interactions, and doing know the applause of my heart. All else is perception. To know only the thank you of my heart.