Good morning, beloveds! Good morning. Your day starts with the morning. What would it take to make your mornings nice? Is it not sometimes hard for you to rise and enter your day, hard to leave the night and its sleep?

Nothing has changed, My beloved darlings. The blanket of night withdraws, and the rays of the sun enter. Both are loves, morning and night. Both blessings, each courteous to the other.

But you think the day is something to face, as if it were a big chore handed to you. Yet the night you do not face. You sink into it with pleasure. Why not the day?