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.

Opening Celebration

We know those days, our special days. Days we celebrate our birth and other events. Days that shine the light on us. To open my eyes this morning and try to comprehend, that the Divine, the Source of all created this day for me and me for this day. The earth and my body Divine design. My breath the Divine breathed into me and breathes. All is well. All IS celebration. To awaken and sing joy, joy, joy to the world!