Take Time

This morning began with a thunderstorm -- the entire banging, crashing, flashing event, complete with a leak in the bathroom's ceiling vent.  Pookie-cat was frightened; I was wound up because Diesel-cat was out in it somewhere (he still hasn't come home).

Then I received this* in my list of blog readings. 

 I sat down.  

I lit a small votive in the grey morning.  

And I listened.

I share this with you so you can, too.  Now, if possible.  I guarantee it will bless your day.

*Thanks to Christine Valters Paintner and friends.