Today’s blessing: ah, the wind softly whispered hints of spring. “Be patient, be patient”, it said. The birds chirped, “It’s here, it’s here.”
My heart was content to be in the spaces of here and not here, for the only day that matters is, of course, right here.
A Monday, unlike any other Monday behind it or ahead of it.
I mark it’s radiance here — knowing, too, between these majestic skies and this fertile earth, comes the spirit of wind winding through the streets, upon its wide sweeping shoulders rides the next evolution of change.
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