It’s not often we find a place which entices a magic; revealing a depth of heart not previously known.

Within which exists an intrinsic sense of belonging; and the honor of standing in the grace of our own awakening.

As the sun cast her warmth against the richness of the Sandia Mountain ridge, my spirit welcomed pause – as I reflected upon the circumstances of these last several years.

I thought of those loved dearly, then ‘lost’ – and the gratitude gained through simply knowing them.

I thought of my many ‘failed’ attempts, the subsequent heartache and upset – realizing faith can only be forged when the heart is truly tested.

I thought of my initial fear in hearing my own Parkinson’s diagnosis – never once considering the blessing to be revealed.

That is both the irony and beauty of this life, my loves – an awakening served upon this path of ‘not ever knowing.’

Within which, we discover that which we’ve known all along; that only the fiercest of storms may reveal the raindrop’s true beauty.

I’ll be traveling again today, my loves. If you could please, send good thoughts for the return voyage home.

Until then, wishing you peace and the blessing of discovery ~

Namaste ❤️