As I read this piece today I couldn’t help but smile, amazed for the umpteenth time how the truth I need to hear always comes when I need it most.
“It is going to be OK.
Take a deep breath and then another, and just know that everything is going to be just fine.
That big thing you are fearing is so much bigger in your imagination than it is in real life…and it is all going to work out. You know from experience that not everything is easy, or comes easy….but that you have always made it through everything that has come along. You will make it through this too.
Please don’t be afraid of change, dear friend, change has to happen for things to grow…for things to get better…..for things to become what they are meant to become. Change is good. Change is uncomfortable and scary and sometimes seems unnecessary….but change MUST happen for things to progress.
You have a choice in this moment and in the next….and the next and the next and the next. So, if it’s too hard to choose peace in this moment….know that you have the choice to choose it in the next. You get as many chances as you need to choose to feel peace……and, you can do this. You can feel peace even inside of uncertainty.
Just be still, and listen very closely.
It really is going to be ok….and there really is a plan.
You are very very loved.”
Brave Girls Club
It’s going to be OK. We are loved.
I’m so glad.
After a very wild and stormy week the sun and clouds put on a glorious spectacle of light and color this evening.
With such a sky to dazzle us, Luna (my dog) and I had to be outside. It may be the middle of winter in Australia, but this evening it was warm enough to go for a trek in a sundress and wellies. How amazing is that?!
We headed for the bush, down a rocky gully, through waist-high grasses and along a faint track made by tractor tires.
I love how the trees and bushes look like exquisitely detailed etchings against that fantastic sky.
Like this orchid that has taken up residence in the dead tree below.
And this lovely old tree standing stark and tall beside a hardy prickly pear.
The light was so glorious as the clouds ebbed and swelled in great masses of color and form that I kept having to stop and exclaim to Luna how wondrous it all was. Alas, since she can’t actually see over the grass, the view was utterly lost on her. Instead she ran pellmell through the underbrush startling cows and sniffing out kangaroos.
We both had a marvelous time.
As the sun slipped behind the clouds once more, Luna and I headed for home, stopping often along the fence line to look out over the fields and up into that breathtakingly beautiful sky.
It’s so good to be home, to be loved, to take heart once again that no matter how dark things get, there is always hope.
We’re going to be OK.