I call the morning light my Holy Sparks. When I stand in the pasture and greet the sunrise, as I do most mornings, it is a sacred time of day for me. It is my cathedral, my faith. I experience joy, peace, hope and strength from the light bursting all around me from the sun lighting up the clouds. I wonder, “what is this joy, what is this feeling?”

Today, a feast of blues and yellows and greens, after the rains and the warming. I told myself, “this is all, there is nothing but the holy sparks from the sublime holy worlds that are within the sun and the light and the sky and the animals at their feeders and their work.”