One foot in front of the other my mantra for overwhelm. One word, one pencil, one notebook turns into a three-foot stack of ideas. One smile, one pancake, one hug propels my babies to freedom. One fight, one apology, one kiss lessons learned from a crushed heart. One compassionate thought drawn from an open mind. One September raindrop to quite the raging fires calming a summer of division and heat. Two cups of tea on a weathered picnic table trying to understand an old friend Two hands touching each other a bridge toward common ground One golden leaf on one aspen tree reveals the singular being that covers an entire mountainside outside my bedroom window, a splash of joy on Mt. Taylor reminds me of the vastness of our spinning globe and that One grateful thought illuminates the path through the dark.