I'll sound silly saying so, but I don't ever allow myself to agree the chips are down. Whatever happens, I insist it's a blessing one way or another and demand of myself that I examine the ways it's going to help me be the person I hope I'll get to be before I die, mostly am already, but the Universe is determined to throw up bowling balls in my path to help me get better at it.<br /><br />Every morning I talk Old Sol up and have nice chats with him over coffee, discuss the coronal holes and sunspots he's experiencing and laugh over what it all means. Most nights I do the same with the moon and whatever planets are showing themselves.<br /><br />Some times of the year I talk to Orion, joke with him about why the hell he keeps chasing the Seven Sisters across the sky when it ought to be clear he ain't about to catch them. <br /><br />Every time my eye meets something pleases it during every waking hour I try to interject a side-thought, "Thankee Universe!"