Remember the miracle of being alive and have faith that the seeds you’ve planted are growing as you nurture them with loving patience.
As I write this, I’m saying to myself: Source, I get it, and I’m grateful you’re co-creating with me to become a full expression of myself living the life made for me.
It’s the little and big things that remind me it’s happening:
🕯️ The table for one open just when I walk into a busy restaurant that typically has a waitlist as well as the blue skies and rainbows welcoming me to the land.
🧳 When it was time to receive a warranty replacement of my suitcase because the hinge broke, being given a size upgrade (and even denied a downgrade I asked for because I felt self conscious about my baggage size… btw, the metaphor is not lost on me, and I’m now much more comfortable being human accepting the hand up that always appears just in time.).
✈️ Multiple flights of having a whole side of seats to myself on an otherwise full plane, and on one the flight attendant even made someone move who tried to sit there, so I went from aisle to window and took a sweet nap laying down. Someone did eventually join me in the row, but I was happy to share space.
🌺 An orchid plant in multiple full blooms where I was housesitting in England after being in Scotland reminding me of the Living Tree Orchid Essences I’d worked with over a year prior, and realizing they originated in England and were bottled in Scotland.
🌱 Fortifying my energy field so no matter what is sent, I accept only love. Being given opportunity to practice with people who try to take their unhappiness out on me, moving through each hiccup more quickly, and turning a new leaf that’s healthier from the roots as it soaks in the sun.