Love, some mornings I creep out from under the covers and want to crawl right back into sleep. You give me courage to creep on out and meet the day. You give me strength to bear up and on when I am unsure that anything to do with bears besides hibernation is a good idea. You give me wings to fly out and meet hope in an arc of wonder, and winging on wow, to turn to what is needful for this day. Love, you teach me day and night, especially from these waves of quiet gratitude that lap at the my anxious spirit and show me the way of peace. Thank you.