A Morning Scroll 7/369

I wipe the slate clear, today a new day, a fresh beginning, a Spring Clean. Who knows where I traveled to while my body slept, through a deep long winter. How many lifetimes I may have lived and loved and learned, how many while my body rested overnight. And now I’m finding myself in-between. In between my remembrance of lying down in my bed, sleepy and this morning’s drowsy awakening. Who knows what this day will bring. Where I am it is always Spring, there is always a clearing, a meadow filled with wildflowers, each white with five pointed petals, appearing to me to be stars swaying in a warm breeze on sea of blue green waves.  Merry Be.