In spite of unseasonable wind, snow and unexpected weather of all sorts - a gardener still plants. And tends what they have planted ... believing that Spring will come.

What are the proper grounds for joy? Is it circumstance which will determine the stature of my spirit? Ah, no. It is choice. It is always a choice - in the face of any event - for joy.

I rest in the light of forgiveness. I forgive myself and others for that which is done (and better left undone) and also that which is not done (and better if done). I give myself permission to enjoy this moment without guilt. I freely release all uncertainty, regret, and fear.

Your informed, "no," to a particular service allows another to offer their gifted and unreserved, "yes."

Go ahead. Weep for the rare, the never seen this way again, the excruciating, ineffable, unmitigated beauty of love.

Begin as if you will finish. Let the story be told that you had the courage to begin.

There is no small act of kindness.