I wake in the morning to Her kiss on my forehead, the whisper of lips that graze my eyelids as they flutter open to greet the day. Hint of sunrise spills through my curtains as I open my arms wide a la madrugada. Commit to Spiderwoman to weave a fabulous gossamer web. Light the candle and dissolve at the altar, allow Her wisdom to trickle in like dew on the grass arriving so mysteriously in the night. The clash of heat and cool creates magic sparkling so I can see myself in its reflection. I walk a blessed life. Even the fire transforms and gives strength where I once only saw weakness. Because here I am again greeting the morning. Every day I rise is a miracle I never want to forget.