My eyes repeat a litany every morning – sky, hills, pasture, road, yard, front porch in the holy scansion of sight. The certainty affirmed I am where I am. I take nothing for granted – my dreams, my feelings, the thoughts that come to me, what I do or do not do, the people in my life near and far, alive and dead. Of course, the meaning, always the changing meaning of what I see as I repeat the most sacred of prayers at the end of morning litany – “I will be as I will be.” The clouds have changed the sky, the wind the snow on the trees, what and who are lost and what and who are coming towards me.
