Early this morning, walking the dog in the quiet start of a new year…I stood there with that cool wind blowing against my hoodie and it felt so good to be alive.
To be in the moment of existing.
Just standing in my yard in my mismatched shoes and sweat pants with a wee dog doing her business I had this huge epiphany about where I am in my own life.
A huge flying V formation of Canadian geese flew over me and they all were honking at one another, ignoring me altogether and it was glorious and simple.
A cold morning.
A relieved dog.
A clear view.
A wonderful beginning.
Peace. Love. And Good Grits... 