Barely dawn after a cold night (38 degrees)
holds as much promise as a man can grasp.
I got up, put on the coffee, arranged a spot inside that would allow me
some cover (beach towels) but also afford me the balm of reading and
writing. I was a layered fortress
of warmth with a flashlight to see by and steam rising from my coffee cup…my
morning was beginning. Now in the
last hour the grey dawn has brought azure blue skies and a sun determined to
warm me, and that is the point of the whole story. It seems so apparent that what ever other responsibility the
sun has this morning that one of its main ones is to warm me up. It does not seem accidental nor coincidental
but in every way intentional. Stranger
still it has all the markings in my heart as a love gift, truly that
personal. Now I have received love
gifts in my life so I can write with a little certainty on this point and it definitely
feels the same. So Who keeps
directing the cosmos into this personal love relationship with me?
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| NY State of mind |
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