I’ve been thinking a lot about wishes. Intentions. Dreams. I journal about them as I write my morning pages. They flutter through my mind and heart each day. These wishes feel like constant companions lately. I find myself having deep conversations with the Universe, pouring out my desires, asking for guidance, giving thanks.
I’m developing a deep belief. A secure footing. As I blow the delicate seeds off the dandelion bloom, casting my wishes to the Universe, I am working to trust that all will come to pass. After all, the Universe is unfolding as it should. Please and thank you.
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