This morning is clear and bright.
There is a cloud cover toward the north and a clear sky to the south.
The sun is coming up between the two variations of the early morning.
The sun is reflected in the morning water.
Turbines can be heard off in the distance.
Those sounds have traveled across the water from a great distance.
It is nice and I feel good about myself.
My body is heavy but my health is good.
Complicated matters and simplicity adorn my environment.
Allison and Natasha have helped color our minds with new emotions of love and understanding.
Natasha is wanting to stand at all times while she is awake so grandpa's and grandma's arms become props for Natasha to stand on laps and look out over her universe.
Of course we will try to please her.
We want her to see and absorb all there is to see.
You can almost see and feel the rush of our environment travel into her eyes and ears like a whirlpool.
It is a rather splendid time to be around or this is a splendid time to be here where I am at.. She also feels pain as the growth of her jaw rubs against the inside of her gums as early teeth start to form. We try to explain to her what is going on, it helps a little. She is sleeping more as her body grows. She awakes with a smile, a small being very happy to be alive. Alive and loved, that is nice. Laurel makes her laugh with pure pleasure, which is very contagious and wonderful. Grandpa is kind of a fuddy duddy, which is ok too.
If I sat on a mat in a ritual art form, clearing my mind of unneeded clutter, placing my being onto another level of spiritual wealth could it compare with the description above about being with Natasha?
My thought and body says it the same and different at the same time. Being aware of the space we occupy places us well in the space provided by life. Remember the Quote "Seeing is believing". We have read a million words that describe the truth about our environment and we as individuals add our own statements to the lengthening list of cliché's that enlighten our lives.


We read poetry and sometimes a great novel. History and biographies pass along our paths.
Sometimes we meet a human that is a novel, a human story, a biography, and a person with a life that is a story.
Could it be that each one of us is indeed that great novel?
We as individuals are cloaked in suspense and drama, veiled in insecurities and peaceful oblivion.
We share what all great writers write about, we carry our novels in our souls as
we walk into that great storeroom of good words.
This is a nice thought.

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