And easing into the kind of playfulness and peace that feels like a breath of fresh air.

Devotedly and willingly here for us, a divine light to guide us through the darkness.

Right under my nose, more fragrant than ever.

For being just worthy enough and attuned enough to dote upon.

Into a softening of the closing of the forenoon sunshine, (even my kitchen looks more flattering immersed in it.)

And the grip of muscle strength nearly impossible to loosen…ahh beauty and strength, elegance and ancientness…don’t underestimate this gift.

For starting established while remaining present, trusting the silence and allowing wisdom to refine me–sans enchantment, sans validation and sans distraction for He has shaped me.

And how we meander through sloppy fields cloaked in fog and a sun we can’t seem to remember.

Perhaps the most engaging past-time even if mostly ushered from room to room…but especially the travel buddy who taught me the ropes to this dice game.