If it is meant to be, let the Universe provide the opportunity to make the connections that are necessary—to pollinate the evolution of thought. Not random, but it used to seem that way. It’s always a surprise. Now I am a magnet—creating the environment, attracting abundance, fueling positive relationships.
Each step, whether good or bad, is still a step forward. Lessons to be learned. Possessions to be renounced. The shedding of assumptions like the shedding off of skin and hair. The little deaths we live each day leading us to new births, the cycle continues.
The less I hang on, the freer I become. The freer I become, the more space I provide. The more space I provide, the more room there is for spirit. For all things are but a creation within my own imagination. The people, the noise of murmur, murmur… the trees and flowers, mountains and ice, the cool breeze that kisses my cheek on a hot day. I am thankful. This is my song. Can you hear it in the thunder?