I’m still walking at the beach, lately in the early mornings. It’s been a succession of opal light mornings which I’m so grateful for. This in contrast to the reality of the news I catch up to later – fires raging nearby and so much political unrest. Blaaaahhhh. But the opal mornings are the time to tune in to something larger and something beautiful. I wish more of my life was taken up by this, preoccupied by it instead of so much reality, so much that is mundane. But it’s like polishing a secret stone, shining it a little bit every day, keeping something inside alive that feels like hope.