at dawn...

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I'm not sure what I expected, a gong at one tick after midnight maybe. But there was only sleep. And as the night-tide recedes to make room for the birth-dawn, there is a gentle peace. Isn't that the best gift? The hoped-for-but-dreaded-new-year has come and it is good. A sweet settling in my soul whispers these words of Julian of Norwich: “...All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” That about covers it.

So I count blessings in this dawn: precious family - far and near, here and gone - each of whom are loved with over-my-head-cannot-touch-the-bottom-depth; loyal and cherished friends I could never afford were such a commodity to be bought and sold; meaningful work and cattle-on-a-thousand-hills-provision; undeserved and often unobserved favor; and, above all, my Beloved Savior to whom my whole heart is devoted. I am truly blessed among women.

And to mark the passing of this day? Prayer, reflection and a few tears added to my bottle - then a cup of coffee. Clean clothes to fold and put away. Diligent and productive work. Later I'll make a meatloaf and maybe we'll drive out to the beach in time for sunset. A grace-full day - all I could wish for. Wonder of wonders, I get to live this epiphany in the ordinary. And it is extraordinary. Selah.