I carry a secret wish in a tiny pocket in my heart.
I think it might be coming true.
Things are happening around here. The wind is blowing a certain beautiful way that has my heart so hopeful.
It might be years away, but the timing doesn’t really matter at all. The magic of things is in the starting, the act of claiming and declaring your truth. Jumping off into the water with feet first, and figuring out the lakebed with your toes later.
What happens next, the evolution of things, that’s where the miracles live.
I cannot wait.
Just thought I’d share.