Dear miracle making soul Sara, Our very lives are miracles and we consistently forget this. I think we forget partly so that we can experience the blessing of remembering. The remembering comes in rushes of sweetness as a fever breaks, a flat tire is changed, a hand is extended, a lost is found, a grace is delivered, as lips are kissed, in the rushing, tripping, creeping racing, plodding, crawling and soaring times. I send you this remembering in every way and in every kind of time, in every way. May we paste this awareness in the tip top of of our consciousness as we cry, celebrate, create, quit, sob, laugh, resist, allow, give, receive and be alive with ourselves and others.
I send you miracles in every form and remind you to ask for them. Ask, ask again, ask differently. If the answers appear absent, ask again that they will be given, and tune your vision to see and receive them.
Breathe softly into your heart and sigh with relief. ,
You are seen, You are known, You are loved.
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