I am finding that I get an uninvited visit from the Boogie Man most mornings around 10AM. Not so much fear as discouragement. My healing regimen is to indulge in what I call a “digestive nap” after breakfast to coax my tummy-aches (and now my headaches) into submission. Actually feels heavenly to allow myself this luxury. BUT awakening from this fluffy cloud of oblivion has gotten to be a challenge. My body just doesn’t want to get up. And my mind whispers, “why bother?” What the heck? Light a fire under me Lord! I’m on mission! It may be to the Isle of Cancer, but it is still a worthy commission! Remind me of that as the Boogie Man of dis-couragement tries to hold me captive in my bed! You always surprise me with serendipitous moments and divine encounters that make this mission explode with meaning, so help me shut this liar down! Let’s install an ejection seat in my way too accommodating bed!