It's a beautiful morning. Really.

The sun just came up, or more accurately, my little part of the world just rolled around enough to see it. It's such a matter of perspective, isn't it? It's just like us to think that the sun is moving for us, when in fact, we are the ones. I would imagine it's that way for so many things. I guess it would be cool if the sun moved for me. But what would I do with that kind of power and importance? Honestly, I don't want the responsibility.

And so, as the world turns, as my world turns, I am happy. I have an inspiring view of a lake and the sun. The water sparkles with what must be a million or more shimmers. Two hawks visit everyday and sit on a branch so close to my porch. I read that they mate for life, and it's mating season. So they are dong their thing. Without dysfunction or abuse. No cheating or lying. They aren't passive aggressive or flying around checking out the other birds.They are both committed to life and nest. Both doing their part to make it happen.

Like the hawks, I am doing my thing as well. Choosing each day, all day, in so many moments, to be ok. To be happy and content. To love and accept.

Queen is playing in my head.
Find me...Somebody...Tooooo....Love.

That resonates with my heart. I'm learning that I'm right here. I've been here the whole time. That long search ends with me. The world winds up right in the same place from where it began. With me every single day.