Beloved, let us meet you under the open sky, in the beauty of the morning, and whirl with wonderment and joy, discovering again what it is to awaken, to breathe, to laugh with the chattering of squirrels and the birds singing. Let us meet you again amid the laundry and the oil change and the dishes and the numberless things that feel like they are pressing us in, packing us into tight, compressed, airless places, and when we meet you in the midst of busyness and business, in the middle of what might seem like chaos simply because we cannot catch our hearts up for a dance, when we meet you, may we stop like a deer at the edge of the meadow, and attend to what is wonderful, what is hope, what is the why for all this that we have undertaken. Beloved, let us meet you wherever we are, horrible or heavenly or, as so often it is, mixed up and jumbled and inbetween. Let us meet you wherever we are, however we are, and remember the wonderment, the joy, the blessing of being. Amen.