Every day holds the possibility of a miracle. . .
Whether I accomplish it successfully or not, I aim for this every day with family, friends, and strangers alike. While I know I neither have the right, nor power necessarily, to make things “better” for people, I still hold onto the hope (not so secretly) that I can at least help someone along the way find the good, the positive, and the beauty where they may not have seen it before.
Never give up on your dreams. A bran muffin might one day wake up with swirls of sassy frosting and sprinkles.
You just don’t know.
I don’t really do shoutouts or updates regarding my personal status – I feel like if you know me, you know what (and who) is important. But sometimes it feels good to be as loud as you can be for the Universe, because the conversations we have internally very much reflect beyond ourselves. . .
As one year comes to a close, and another opens, I always make time for a little ritual – one in which I write down those things for which I am immensely thankful, for the things I wish to release and no longer serve me, and for all that I am hoping for.
When we envision the good as if it has already happened, miracles WILL unfold – I’ve seen it happen in my own Life in ways I cannot begin to verbally describe. But magic? Oh yes…and THEN some.
So even though I try to make it clear every day…I just wanted to say…
In more ways than language has words to express, I am thankful for his spirit and his heart, above all things. Let that be known for eternity in this realm and the next. . .
Happy holidays to all, and blessed be.