Painted Sky: a morning poem of awareness + blessing

Would I have noticed the sky this morning   if I hadn’t been dashing out with the trash can between frying the eggs and packing backpacks?   Would I have noticed how black turns to gentle grey; how soft pink creeps in and bleeds to orange    if I had been lying awake long before the alarmContinue reading “Painted Sky: a morning poem of awareness + blessing”

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