Hello my love.
I’m smiling at you. At the incalculable, unpredictable, delightful, perfect timing of you. Maybe don’t try to figure it all out right now, whatever it is for you. Let’s call it life, in all her messy, raw, beautiful glory. Can you allow her to move through you, over you, under you and trust, that you’ve got this. And that she’s here for you.
You are loved. All is well.
P.S. I’m still dancing to this song. It feels well suited to this time… Try Everything