Holding the Morning in an Open Hand

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Lightness here is not carelessness. It is the way a held thing rests in an open palm instead of a fist. This morning it might look like filling the kettle and listening to the water rise, without already rehearsing the first email. Dew does not argue with the hour it has. It gathers whatever light arrives, then lets go. Most of what we grip today will keep without our holding it.