After a long break, Amanda published a set of self-care writing prompts for the month of November. I will write every day; some sketches may get posted.
My first thought on seeing today's prompt was, "The first of Movember, a perfect day for a shave." And that it certainly was. No facial hair visible on this young man. I look frighteningly clean cut.
It is a perfect day to be alive, as is every day. Every day is a gift to be received with gratitude.
To take a different tack, today is perfect day. Not that it is a perfect day necessarily, but that it is perfectly day. The darkness has passed; the light has come.
Zechariah, father of John the Baptizer, at John's naming sang a marvelous psalm of praise (the Benedictus) that ends like this,
And so the rising sun will come upon us from heaven,
to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.
Perfect day. The light has come. Walk in peace.
