nothing but flowers

Yesterday was an especially interesting day. Long periods of grace. Lots of gratitude in this old heart of mine. Which doesn’t feel so broken this morning, like some other mornings over the years. Though, broke wide open with compassion for the world. Ringing with questions. How can I help today?

Last night I heard a guy who’s in his late 80’s say he gets through his days these days by practicing kindness.

It’s raining this morning here in San Diego. The temperature has been below normal each of the last six months. Still, the place is covered with flowers.

Here we stand.