Are we living in a half-frozen smelly morass or is the sky bluer than blue and the trees greening? Can't we be in the morass and still love the bluer sky and greening trees? Is there not wonder there? Beloved help us shift our understanding and open our hearts again when we are stuck, swamped, frozen to dismal until that is the only sign and signal we know how to read. Bring us back to mystery, to beauty, to what is not yet as wonderful possibility and not cause for dread. Bring us back to beginning, breathing a new breath, finding a smile tugging at the corners of our mouths, a laugh affirming life's surprising joy forming and breaking open, a bubble of hope that we can catch and rise out of this morass. Bring us back to the now, to the not yet, to the splendid opportunities each day may bring to love heartily, to nurture kindness and gladness, to lean into a hope that does not rely on cures or answers but dwells in the surprising joy we can offer each other each day. May we choose to live in the dance, to dance with each other in ways we don't yet know, to learn and to teach, to find and create gladness here and now and in the next breath. Amen.