I know the sun rising and setting is a daily occurrence. Nothing new here.

Yet, there always strikes me as something symbolic and special about it. Like there must be some sort of hidden message just in the simplistic nature of it happening.

Maybe there is. The repeated message of Truth I feel I keep hearing in my surroundings … that I am able to hear when out surrounded by woods and lake and Hemingway paths … that all is well.

Allowing this Truth of well being to be enough. That’s what I’m going to try to do today.