Ever watered a seed until it sprouted, then the teeniest leaves started to form on a stem so fragile? Incredible stuff. One of my grandmothers favourite quotes was “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, anything is possible.”
Sauntered into town for a chicken kebab, tobacco, and my nighttime medication. Sauntered back home. Planted my newly-tap-rooted seedling. It’s the little things.
Flame on my new blue candle is insanely big .. I love it. I love lighting candles again, eons ago I’d do it religiously to consciously remind myself of Spirit In The Room. I love how I’m remembering myself.
I call days like today “tricky” and I could describe why but I don’t want to re-live it. Nobody I know has died so it could be worse *shrug emoji* I fed the cat, blew out the fancy candles brushed my teeth thanked God for the Grace and am now ensconced in bed. We’ll Triantiwontigongolope again tomorrow, shall we?