The sun didn't rise this morning. The neighborhood went from night to gunmetal to nickel. The sky bordered on dull platinum as I drove across the river toward home. As the wipers pushed the showers from the windshield, my awareness centered on the stitch in my side, the crease under my right shoulder blade, the dull knob of resistance in my left elbow. I wondered what this meant to my overall health, deeper inside my body, with its inventory of missing and compromised organs. At that moment, a great blue heron stretched and flew across the bridge just above me. Time slowed to the width of its wings and the length of its legs. My mind rose to watch it follow the river and curve away. I breathed its blessing of long life, strength, and power, and instantly moved into multiple dimensions: I crashed into the truck before me; I reversed to the instant heron entered my line of sight; I was an insect riding the back of the bird; I moved through penetrable cells of asphalt, vinyl, metal, glass. I exhaled. The moment carried me into the intersection, solid, with *no wonder* that those feelings of dis-ease were gone. *Did you wonder if something ordinary can be wonder-filled? Of course it is! Finest Hour Peer Support and Coaching honors shifts from challenge to change. Your *Insights*Decisions*Energy*Actions*Spirit are keys to transcending and transforming opportunities. NOW is your Finest Hour! How will we share it?
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AuthorI've been paid to sing, act, paint, teach and write. What I do most to express myself is write. I've self-published four books: poems, essays, stories, and prayers. Archives
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