Good morning.
This morning I feel good — sipping my mushroom brew after our walk, resting in the in-betweentime where nothing is rushing me forward.
Fryja and I saw a bobcat, and in that moment I felt Mary move closer. Her essence felt light in weight, like a fresh spring breeze — warm, steady, and alive. Like the wind that moves with the ocean swells as they dance upon the earth.
I felt Mary, and I heard the whisper and the caw of the crow, all in unison — as if the world itself was singing a song meant just for us.
The song wasn’t about getting somewhere.
It was about being here — in the very moment the song begins.
Stay with me, sway with me.
I am the way, I will lay
at your feet, the beautiful and the sweet.
Injoy this moment.
Delight in its components.
Blessings on this Eve of the Eve
of the birth of the Child.
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Mary whispers, stay — this is enough.