May we know our living presence of Love. I awoke to the haranguing transition of autumn. This morning’s sunrise was a thousand shocking shades of pink becoming orange – a slow fire. For about 30 seconds. A flash, it was faded and gone. The sunlight reaching for bare treetops, the day must go on. I gave praise. It was a mosaic for the moment, written in the miracle of Life. Bless this day, this place, this time; we may find the miracles are waiting to meet us.