Gloriously delicate.

The sky was airbrushed with gloriously delicate hues this morning. I was compelled to stop, admire and give thanks, and share with you.

If you look just above and to the right of the centre, there is the fingernail, waning, almost gone, crescent moon.

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Grace and equanimity

The rising moon illuminates the final evening of this calendar year. The next calendar year will rise in a few hours. Like all years it will be a year of good, indifferent, and not good events. (My feeling is that it will be another year of a general, almost imperceptible slide.)

I will try to accept all that happens with grace and equanimity.

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