Be grateful, too, for unanswered prayers. I read that somewhere, and it's never failed to make me feel immensely better, as if we're not out here on our own, as if there IS a guiding hand gently nudging us first in one direction, then away from another. Because we don't know, we can't know, we might as well believe. We might as well believe in a higher good, a compassionate universe whose joy is in our joy.
If we can believe that, the rest becomes a little less important, a little less fraught, a little less like a constant flirting with deadlines and a little more just, well, flirting--with life and chance and the thrill of the unknown.
Because maybe you really are supposed to be here, and maybe it really is okay not to know what comes next.
We have so much power--and that's both wonderful and dangerous. Wonderful when we remember that positivity and faith are our birthright--our default mode before we were taught otherwise by the hard edges of the world. Dangerous when we let the dents from those hard edges cripple us, trip us up, determine the way we will, from here on out, walk in this world.
For today, let us skip the banged-up middle bits of our journey here and remember when magic existed around every corner--familiar or no--in every color, in every storm, in every sunrise, in every nightfall. Let us remember there was a time when we weren't afraid, when we had a cavalry of angels, a field of fairies, a legion of guides at our service, a time when we were on a first-name basis with hope and well-acquainted with grace.
So my one-week hiatus became two because sometimes we need to be a little bit kinder to ourselves than necessary. (Wait. Sometimes?? See how conditioned we are? ALWAYS. We ALWAYS need to be a little kinder to ourselves).
Anyway, sometimes we just need time to rest. Sometimes we just need time to remember that even at our loneliest, even at our lowest, we are not alone, even when physically alone. The ones we love, have loved, will love surround us whether we know it or not, whether they're still on this plane or not.
So we come back. We always come back, and we're stronger and more aware, even if we feel foggier, still exhausted, still unsure.
We are surrounded by love--especially when we least believe it.