Every month I lay my cards down on the table, take a deep breath and reach inside these tiny little envelopes to receive a message.
These are messages that I channel for myself, once a year, in one sitting. When I finish I tuck them in an envelope and place them on my desk, which doubles an an altar, of sorts. Every month I open one.
The one you see in the foreground is the message that appeared for this month. I opened it yesterday. This morning when while I was shaping a few loafs of oatmeal-maple-raisin-walnut dough (because sweet JESUS I can't stop making bread these days) there was a voice, THAT voice saying, "Hurry up and get outside." I connected the dots of this month's message and THAT voice. I hurried up. I got outside.
And this is what was waiting...
So why am I sharing this?
This is my first week with my days to myself in roughly a month, but really it's my first week with emerging clarity in well over five months. I had big plans for today that started with bread and meditation and then writing and photography—all of which technically is happening but not the way my tiny little brain planned. Here's the thing: if I didn't open that card yesterday I would have missed this morning completely. It was not the morning I imagined, but it was the morning I received. With gratitude for All That Is.
How willing are you to receive all that you can't possibly imagine? That might be the most important question you ever have to answer. OPEN, sweet heart.