Thank you for this period on a stretched and strengthened morning, as I open my savasana eyes, breathe the lilac air and step into the light, wind, gray and sun–alternating–the way of springtime around here. May I live this day well, and you too. It’s a doable challenge, an inspiration to carry folded over and over again in my heart. I’ll stroke it gently when impatience and misunderstanding might snort and paw. Live it well. And after days and days of living it well, the yardstick shouldn’t be disappointing now, should it?