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A spiritual comment and prayer to begin the day with Harry Baker A prayer in the form of a poem: May you always picture where you are as where you’re meant to be. May you take in your surroundings like you visited especially. We all end up in the soil eventually, so may you carry such goodness that it nourishes for centuries. May you see life as a show and may the entry fee be empathy, sat front row with an empty seat for friends in need. When you’re on form, be generous and spread that energy. When you’re not sure, be gentle with yourself and don’t forget to breathe. You need not be defined by your many feats; you are not a centipede. There is a joy in doing something terribly. May you share brews and bruises and may you do this tenderly. You are the most improved you there has ever been. May you be seriously silly, may you be wickedly kind. May you be brilliantly dumb sometimes and yet stupidly bright. May you certainly have doubts, may your weirdness be the norm. May the coolest thing about you be your warmth. May you be powerfully vulnerable, or at least mightily soft. May you be a contradiction, and yet at the same time not. And, whether you are any, none or all of the above, above all, may you know that you are loved. Just as you cannot be in traffic without being traffic, life is not something that you are stuck in while it happens. There is more in you than you could possibly imagine. The very fact that you exist makes everything a bit more magic. When it all feels too much and there is little you can do, may you still see the best in people and may people include you. May one thing match the gravity of all you’ve ever done. This wonderful reality: the best is yet to come Amen.