Right here. Right now.
Becoming present to the moment.
Peace. Be still.
This morning I read my oldest daughter's post
from the western shores of the Dark Continent.
There since early July, she is miles away.
Oceans away.
Nearer than breathing. Closer than hands and feet.
She floats.
The lightness of her being.
We pray it is bearable.
Bless them, change me.
She walks amongst them.
Her smile holds up the sky.
Bless them, change me.
Ah Michaela Rae, Michaela Rae.
Michaela Rae hey of sunshine...
Peace. Be still.
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