Is this the morning of my great happiness? The one I was told to wait for?
Damp February light filtered through every window - each direction brings its own blessing.
We were alone, quiet in the house, barefoot, warm, sleepy-headed, without plans.
I followed her as she followed whatever plan also guides birds and stars,
Patterns emerge which may or may not have intrinsic meaning-
As we observe the ritual meaning is made.
These thoughts coalesced as I sat on a bench by the kitchen door watching my daughter at play. Gather peace where it finds you.
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