I finished my morning quiet time with an exercise of breathing out resentment, breathing in joy; breathing out anxiety, breathing in peace; breathing out hate, breathing in love, breathing out want, breathing in thanksgiving; breathing out fear, breathing in trust. Then I am ready to start my day.
Blessed are the men and women   
who are planted on your earth,   
in your garden,   
who grow as your trees and flowers grow,   
who transform their darkness to light.   
Their roots plunge into darkness;   
their faces turn toward the light.