“Peace comes when our hearts become open like the sky,” shares author Jack Kornfield.

In looking to the sky this morning, I watch as soft flakes fall to the earth – like whispers of faith from a heart, yet revealed. And, never concerned with this aspect of falling. Rather, blissfully transfixed with the possibility of journey.

How often we find ourselves in a place of fear; unwilling to take that first, bold step ~ deliberately free falling to the firmness of ‘ground’.

Our hearts find comfort in the lesser known, and freedom within each passing grace. Though, awakening begins inside that unwavering truth ~ and the inclination to trust this process of being.

As fragile as the snowflake, our spirit becomes ~ through ‘endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.’

The sky shares her truth to those who are willing.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️