Yes, little one I will confess a moment spent pondering how hard you work. And then the whisper that the pondering was a story. You are simply in the moment, neither toiling nor worrying. You are as you are and the moment is as it is. Perfect unity of your spirit, being, and doing. My perception. My story. I’ve been gently schooled by the Sweet Hands of Life. A bow of gratitude and a smile.