Snatching victory from the jaws of defeat

These are the last few lines of my journalling this morning; I was writing about choosing the alive way or the dead way in every moment of life...These words remind me of Haiku in terms of capturing a moment.

"A leaf on the plant dances in the rising hot air from the radiator below the window sill on which the plant sits. Things are moving even though we may not see what causes them to move. This is a comforting thought."

Peaceful, easy and smiling slightly.

Fly well

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