Early morning on Coyote Hill.

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My bones are restless. 

I want things to be different. 

The only things I can control are my own action, my own reaction. 

This morning I woke and said my 

thank you. 

Sometimes my thoughts wander while I talk out loud to The Creator of All That Is. 

I consider my own little family. 

My faraway family. 

My friends. 

I question why my Circle is always changing. 

Most likely it changes for the same reasons that I am always changing. 

I used to scold myself up for being so irresolute, 

so changeable in how I view people-places-things. 

Now I see my vacillations as desirable. For me, anyway. 

I know that I am weighing all sides, seeing good and otherwise, 

giving credence to feelings and thoughts and words. 

I am willing to receive all that I am. 

I am willing to know how loved I am. 

I choose to be true to myself. 

So be it. 

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It's a good life. 

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