It matters not the days and hours that preceded my little perch on the deck’s step with bare feet upon the earth. It mattered not what might transpire when I would rise and leave my perch. In the words of Shaina Noll, “This moment now. Now.”  The Robins are singing. I think they know the words. I think they don’t need words. Now. …

And should you not have a perch…a call to pause. Now

http://And may you pause in this moment now