This morning Asa and I were able to wake slowly, drifting between sleep and awake in gentle waves. It was a sweet time of snuggles and awareness of how fleeting this time is with my precious baby boy.

A little later, our day in full swing, I drove to Caratunk for a rainy walk with the windshield wipers going in a steady rhythm. My recitation of the morning blessings took on a definite rhythm to match the wipers drumbeat.

Baruch atah adonai eloheinu chey haolamim roka ha'aretz al ha mayyim. Blessed are You, the Fashioner, Our God, Life of All the Worlds, who stretches forth the earth upon the waters.

Blessed are You, the Source of Patterns, Our God, whose rhythms and beats give structure to our lives.