Lost and Found Days

There are days where you start late

even though you woke early

Miss your favorite yoga class

end up in a tears over something small

and sit, defeated.

For hours.

Bits of grace can shine on days like this,

oh yes I know it is the truth

because even though I didn't get to the post office as planned

the post brought my solace:

I hold on to this rock

and remember she whose hands crafted its art...

I meditate on the One who brought sand and silt and water and earth together

and made a vessel out of a human dove

so that my heart could be mended

from across the miles

under this wing.

There is magic in her hands, my friends - you might do well to be healed a bit, too.

xo,

Sunny