Randy May … 2/25/2021 … shared a memory from 2 years ago …
At 1 AM, still cussing Dixie for dragging me out of bed, the Girl Scout and I stumble out beneath the perfect dome that will become a 4 AM sky. The brightens of a half-moon, opens your eyes and leads your heart down a pre-destined path, to where God’s love is waiting. The wisdom of a star-starved universe (lunar light obscures our view), reminds us of a time that’s near, when once again we can sit and listen to its teachings for hours on end. Common sense suggests we missed many opportunities to glean these secrets from a cloudy day we felt unworthy of our time.
Randy… March 5, 2021 @ 7 AM … shares a memory from 3 years ago … March 5, 2018
4 AM was chunks of clouds, each with a silver lining, courtesy of 2/3 moon. By 5 AM, the chunks were coming together to create a blanket. At 6 AM, the gap between the eastern horizon and a strata of deep purple clouds was just enough to watch the kaleidoscope of orange, pinks, and magenta announc-ing the new day. We, as a group, decided to invest our time watching the sun rise. Time well spent! The things a man treasures define him. I wake every morning, locked in a vault with these gifts from God. Scout and I do our best to share. Our cup runneth over, please take as much as you want. Love you Scout.
