I don’t even know what color ink this is. Starting to see what is the real thing. Starting to believe something about someone somewhere. Starting to say something intelligent at some point. I’m not sure I know what that point is.

To not read the news.  What a blessing sometimes, to get away from the constant noise, from the battle for your mind.  To stop and think for a change.  Wouldn’t that be a grand idea?  Slow awakening to a better world, slow rising, springing into joy.  Glory happens to each of us, letting the rainbow in, that’s what is going on here.