It’s early Saturday morning. I am upstairs in my “creative space” and my mind is running in 100 different directions. Frankie left early today, and Charlotte is with her parents so the house is quiet, and I can take time to reflect. I opened my windows and let the crisp, refreshing morning draft in. It immediately delivers me out of my slumber and opens my mind to higher thoughts. All I can hear is the neighborhood melody of roosters crowing, beagles chasing rabbits, and a distant train whistle blowing at the Shumaker and Ed Harrell crossings. I feel so in tune with my spiritual side in the early morning hours.…