I was laying under a white fleece blanket when one tear streamed down my cheek in combination of gratitude and petition for the brokenhearted, hungry, and despairing. From there I jolted to take note of the pending triumph sure to come, or at the very least the confidence in divine consolation.  I marvel at the the thought of the whole world breathing in and out as God sustains. 

I am so happy to have such friends in the creative community who are so lovely in spirit and eager in expression and generous in their support of others.  I recieved many an encouraging response to an upcoming gathering of the spiritual nature.  So many opinions and beliefs shall vary in discussion but I think the exploration and "awakening" of such a topic in one's heart and mind through creative arts will have us all united, if even for a brief moment. 

I return shortly to my blankets and pillow laying all anticipations aside for the promise of renewal and refreshing.  My lips, however, may still continue to move until I fall asleep.