It’s 6:12 A.M. and I sit in the sunroom listening to crickets.
Each time I glance up from writing this, it’s a little brighter outside and I’ve decided that’s how I’m going to approach today.
Today, whenever I look inward to figure out how to contend with however HD is expressing itself through me, when I look back out, it’s going to be with more clarity.
It’s going to be with a richer appreciation for the very moment I am inhabiting.
I am going to see beauty emerge from shadows and feel with joy each inexorable push into my own future.
It’s 6:26 A.M. and now there are birds.
There will be HD today.
But more than that, there will be this world.
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