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Let's roll out a welcome mat for the daily divine. We'll make way for holy surprise. And serendipity? She's only an ask away.
“We are all magic, but the problem is we often fall out of touch with that part of ourselves. ”
“. . . when I just show up in the world as I am, maybe even completely messy, unprepared, with bold hair, serendipity almost always appears. Even if it’s shy and quiet and says nothing the entire time, I know it’s present. It also shows up when I am in a state of resistance, flying outside of my comfort zone, when I’d rather be hiding. It shows up in the night. In the wild. In the uncomfortable. It plays along the surface of everything and revels in the fact we have the know-how to dive into its realm, if-we-desire . . . ”
“Why not walk a labyrinth on a Wednesday afternoon, despite a long to-do list that I could not finish in a day, even if I never took a break? Why not pray silently out in the open as leashed dogs pant past me and kids on bikes race each other along the path around the pond? Why not expose my hungry, yearning heart to a deeper desire to make something out of nothing but gravel and sand? Why not say yes to the journey that, as soon as this sojourner was ready, miraculously appeared in the neighborhood?”
“When do I art journal? Something bubbles in me. A fear. A yet-to-be-known joy. A new direction. Dark seeking light. A change begging to be made. Whatever-it-is beckons me out of rational thought into a place deeper, more expansive, more capable of leaps of insight. An invitation to discover what lies beyond the horizon. Much waits inside me, wanting, needing, to be heard.”
“sacred light shines within each of us, radiating from within. sometimes we glimpse that light through the shadows of our days, the light reaching us through a smile, a touch, a gesture of kindheartedness. words and actions matter.”
“ I’m ready to open my eyes wide and my heart wider. The more I look, the more I see. We pass streets named Be Still, Sanctuary, Spirit Mountain . . .”