What a good morning is this morning: lovely cool morning air that promises to heat up as the sun fully takes over the evening damp; a puppy who gets to run in the park grass, gets to leap high in the air for her ball; morning pages and candlelight alongside green-anise-cardamom tea.
What happens when it’s time for something new? When it’s time to claim independence from some part of yourself, to allow another part of yourself to rise?