Roll out the blue mat on my balcony. Stand facing the rising sun in the east, though it had not yet crested the hills and homes.

Kneel down, speak a few words of prayer. Seek to fill my soul with the peace of the morning air, the aroma of cedar and fir, soothe my mind with the sounds of flying jays and scampering squirrels.

Then to write, punctuated by occasional breaks.

Six hundred words of progress this past hour. Not terribly speedy, but for now enough. Progress, quick or plodding is welcomed.

A return of soul, a renewal of spirit, by both effort and divine touch. This is a new week for more reasons than another monday arrived.

There is renewal in the air. Fall is coming soon, but it is Spring in my soul.

I pray it stays, I pray I fulfill its call.