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Year Three, Day 142: Rising With the Sun and London Fogs

3:57 p.m. London Fog at Starbucks Lake Oswego



6:42 a.m. London Fog, Starbucks SE Portland

I watched the sun rise this morning. On the bus.It was a humbling experience. It was made even more powerful because I woke up quite early this morning with a clear thought. So clear that I did not hit the snooze button for once. I did not want to lose this thought, so profound was it! Plus I was heading over to Vancouver to spend time with the Baby Burrito so that my daughter and son-in-law could go to church.

My thought was this: Why not start each day fresh with the sunrise? And leave all my failings behind in the fading dark.

It doesn't sound quite so profound now that some time has passed. But it gave me a lift. I am big on imagery. Imagining me shedding my past like a snake crawling out of his skin each morning with the new day, paints quite a vivid picture.

More thoughts to ponder. 

And I will have to continueue these musings tomorrow. I am quite exhausted. But happy. Spending time with my granddaughter restores my soul.



So do London Fogs at Starbucks with my bible, prayer journal and Joyce Meyer books.

I had two such sessions today. Which causes me to ask myself: Do I deserve this life of leisure? 

Maybe. Maybe not.

But now I need restorative sleep!

Talk to you tomorrow!

Love,

Zita

PS I managed to get my hooping in, but in a very tight space! Day 106:




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