One consistent low-key roar of ocean hitting shore.
There is no breeze and green leaves, purple Wisteria, red, pink and yellow petunias stand still as though in prayer.
Birds sing solos.
Squirrels quietly dart along electrical lines and in the branches of trees.
Sitting silently in the midst of these things, I'm open to the world that's been given to me today.
I had a rough and fitful night plagued with sinuses, restlessness, worrisome thoughts brought on by too much alcohol and not enough food or water.
At 3:17 I sat in the same chair on the Beloved Back Deck that I sit in now.
With my feet propped on the table I watched wisps of clouds gently glide passed a white full moon.
Wide awake, I contemplated unanswerable questions each beginning with the word "Why?"
After a while I returned to bed to snuggle beside Sarah who's sleep was a casualty of my night.
Sleep returned only to be interrupted by unwelcome dreams.
In the predawn darkness I welcome the day stumbling downstairs to the outdoor shower.
I gather with others for communion over coffee as light begins to chase the darkness away.
Afterwards, home again, I tend to the animals and check on Sarah who's now sleeping.
As the sun rises I sit as part of the waking world.
The day holds good and bad, unpleasant tasks mixed with welcomed ones, rendering unto Caesar what is his while working towards redemption from plans gone array.
Just as sand flies appear the slightest of ocean breeze blows them from hovering and leaves begin to dance.
The sun begins to throw off the sheets of clouds.
Sarah rises and the aroma of coffee brewing wafts with the sounds of her making breakfast.
The day is now born.
Now it is time to make the most of it.
