"I myself do nothing.
The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me."
~ William Blake
| This morning's prayers are whispered to the fog and light. Carry my thoughts like swirls to the sky... |
| We are covered with fog. And the birds continue to sing sweetly... |
| Above the fog, the sky is blue. "Hope for the sun," I say aloud... |
| I am not disappointed. |
Morning Asheville colors are a bold smear. The shy sun seems to be giggling behind the clouds. And the fog, a cauldron of bubbles moves into the cove.