Can it be that my sister has been gone a week and my Mom has been gone 20 years? Yet I can still laugh. I still plot. Life goes on.

Sleep the bliss that renews. I slept well and am ready to face this day. It will be busy but I will embrace the song.

Sunshine shining in at me. It will be a beautiful day.

A vase of wildflowers more precious than florist because Ann picked them for me.

People checking in on me. Not yet but I will be OK.

Kindness everywhere.

Registrations coming in for retreat. What a day we will have!

Today, Thank you Lord that I am ,I do and I feel.