Good Morning.     You.     Who may be waking to a multitude of facts and emotions that may feel anything but good.
You, who may be in a hospital, waiting to hold your new, strong, handsome son – letting the sway and swirl from pride, fear, trust, worry, immeasurable love take it’s heights and depths in your heart.                                                                                         You are held.  

     You, who may be growing new life while fighting desperately for your own.          Scarf on your head,        hope in your veins,            miracle in your womb,             fierce loyalty and friendship surrounding everything else.                                        You are stunning.

Good Morning,     you          who my be starting another day    crossing your fingers     trying to muster up the positivity in an unexpected season of    one  no  after  another.    Who spends your hours searching and reading,    compiling and applying,     trying    still     to   reach the place of           y e s.            You, who fights every day against not only the seen, but the unseen    –   who is constantly learning how to balance, manage, overcome, learn, grow, heal.                                                                                                                                       You are not forgotten.

It may be a day where    G o o d    is not the thing of which you feel first, or most.
But I come to you, lovely you, with a genuine offering of good for your morning.
With a word of peace, a heart of kindness, a join of compassion.
You don’t have to feel anything other than what you feel right this moment. For this bit, rest. For this minute, do not change, do not do or be or express anything else than what comes naturally.                   Let all quiet around you….