Morning electric dawns, crimson and blue, to light our imaginations and compel us forward. Each day is a life in microcosm, with stages of birth, growth, adaptation, acceptance, and rest. May we live each day as we would live our lives, harmoniously, prosperously, with deep gratitude and undying faith. May we groove on each day’s rhythm, stepping into the cosmic dance that is all. It will not preempt us from suffering, nor negate our sorrows, but rather will instruct us how to move through them with grace. For this dance we are ever grateful. Blessed Be, and Amen.
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