Bless the lipstick I wear under my mask as an invisible red badge of courage and hope.

Bless the little heater in the ceiling of my bathroom on cold winter mornings. I turn it on and then race back to bed till it warms up.

Bless my legs for still getting me in Tree Pose even though I wobble and sometimes topple.

Bless the crescent moon hanging in the night sky over my backyard like one perfect gold earring.