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At the beginning of this year, my word was Magical.
I thought I was searching for moments of enchantment.
Instead, I found something much quieter.
Trust.
Trust as a lived experience.
Trust in Sean's steadfastness.
Trust in my body.
Trust in my art.
Trust in my own voice.
Trust in silence.
Trust in my readers.
Trust in uncertainty.
Trust in wonder.
Trust in myself.
And perhaps most importantly...
Trust that life knows where it is going.
I no longer feel the need to force meaning, certainty, or outcomes.
I can leave a chair open.
I can listen for the next note.
I can let the wind change.
I can lay down the crown.
I can walk beside my own life instead of trying to direct it.
From that trust, everything else has begun to blossom.
Not because I made it happen.
Because I finally became a safe place to live.
Magical was the invitation.
Trust was the arrival.
If you would like to read more about my thoughts,
I welcome you to This Meaningful Life.
I welcome you to This Meaningful Life.
New reflections are posted every Sunday.
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