I woke early to a symphony of bird song.
I sat with my coffee with my feet up on the sill and looked out at the wet green......
It is a beautiful soft, wet, gray morning. I read National Geographic, The Secrets of Stonehenge, Siberian Oil, Nudibranchs, Snow Leopard's and Afghanistan's Hidden Treasure.... For some reason, I rarely take time to read it, and they stack and stack, but today, I immerse in Stonehenge, and the movement of rocks 250 miles and a man buried there, who through teeth enamel, they know lived in the Alps, and I consider what we are capable of when we move rocks to heal......
My fountain is running. My home feels cleansed, and I reach now to sensitize my cells, to let them know I am listening, and I run rainbows through my ears.
May today give us all we need and may we be open to receive.
