I’m sitting outside watching the morning break through the clouds. Just like my life, there is an amazing contradiction between the rain in the west and the brightness in the east.

It’s actually raining on the house. In fact, I’m sitting on the porch listening to the water fall from the roof, yet I’m watching the clear blue sky open up in front of me. The gentle awareness of dawn has brought hints of pink to the clouds ahead, and the birds have started their morning chorus. It’s quite amazing, really, to watch a beautiful sunrise and hear the beginnings of a world waking up, yet still watch raindrops fall and listen to that melody as well.

In celebration of today I’m going to Church. I’ve felt this gnawing need this week and, seeing as I was given such a blatant sign this morning, I think I ought to honor that and make the drive. I need some answers to some major questions, and even though I think I know what direction I want to take, I could use some Spiritual guidance and the familiarity of my Faith.