It is Sunday, day of glory, seat of all life, the rising and setting, here equinotical.

May the warmth and encouragement of the sun illuminate all that I do today. May the small sprouts of efforts I am tending be nourished, flourish and thrive. May my attentions remain focused and full, but gentle and mild, leaving plenty of shade for moisture retention. A balanced exuberance. Fully inhabited.

Thank you for this middle day of three in which to go at my own pace and recover my rhythm and begin to answer the question of how I might comport myself if my days were self-defined.