There are only miracles

There are only miracles, Laurel, and to one degree or another they all soothe, pamper, and enrich. However, to avoid blowing too many minds at once, some are disguised as unpleasant surprises, botched circumstances, and twisted acquaintances that can rarely be seen for who or what they truly are until the pendulum has fully swung.
Yes... don't I think of everything?

Duck!
The Universe



So if something still hurts, baffles, or confuses, Laurel, it only means a miracle has occurred, the pendulum is mid-swing, and that soon you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

Thank goodness for email

It's precisely when in the throes of activity, giving 100%, focused and concentrating with all your strength and might, Laurel, that it's easiest to forget I exist at all. Even though that's precisely when I can do the most, with just a nod from you.

Like right now, perhaps?
The Universe



Thank goodness for email, huh, Laurel?

Heart.....

It's not as if one day you'll just look down, Laurel, and discover that you're on the yellow brick road, living the life of your dreams. But that one day you'll look back and discover you always have been.
Talk about 'heart' -
The Universe


Laurel, you're on it now.

Ride on, brave heart -

Do you remember learning to ride your first bike, Laurel? How impossible it seemed at first? And how impossible it now is to imagine it was ever hard? Life within the illusions of time and space is like that, too.

First you checked it out from the sidelines, then you dreamed of your own, and the next thing we knew, off came the training wheels and I dutifully, dotingly, and reluctantly let you go while galloping breathless at your side, as you let rip one wicked, "HANDS OFF!!!!!!!"

And so I watch, beaming with pride over your first solo trips. Impressed beyond belief with your courage and determination. Stunned by your natural talent and ambition to grow. Humbled by your willingness to risk a fall. Comforted by knowing that you're exactly where you most wanted to be. And stretching even my own vast mind, as I ponder and contemplate just how far you will go.

Ride on, brave heart -
The Universe

You will be home for dinner, won't you, Laurel? All of your favorite things will be waiting....

Ensure

No matter how hard you work, prepare, or calculate, Laurel, the final ingredient necessary to leap hurdles and manifest dreams will always come down to a little spark of magic that no amount of physical maneuvering can ensure. While simply remembering that you're not alone, can.
Flick my bic,
The Universe


Ensure, Laurel, means "to make certain."

Everyone, always, everywhere.

You are among friends, Laurel.

Everyone, always, everywhere.
Life is good,
The Universe


If you only knew, Laurel, how deeply connected you are to everyone now on earth, you'd probably faint.

It's the "things".....

It's the "things" you love most, Laurel, the "things" that are dearest to you, that you often allow to define who you are.

Which explains the sometimes insufferable pain caused by their loss.
A wholly avoidable pain.

Ahhh... so hey, now you know.

The Universe


True, Laurel, so true. Easier said than done. But still every bit worth saying.

Not ever, not once

Not ever, not once, Laurel, not since time began has there been someone who's actually made the kind of choices you've consistently made, year after year, your whole life long, in spite of fleeting fears, lingering doubts and moments of despair. Yet now, for the countless multitudes waiting on the sidelines for their turn, there's a path, an example to follow, and a light to show them the way.
Jolly good show,
The Universe


I think we should name something after you, Laurel... how do you feel about black holes?

What was it?

What if it was your downtime, your lounging-in-bed-too-long time, your walkabout time, and your blow-Friday-off time that made possible your greatest achievements?

Would they still make you feel guilty, Laurel? Or would you allow yourself to enjoy them?

About time -
The Universe


Even your watching-the-rain time, Laurel?

A greater awareness..

Actually, Laurel, as people progress into possessing a greater spiritual awareness, they finally stop relying so heavily on the tools of intellect, logic, and common sense. A new freedom is then achieved, their assent is accelerated, and a blossoming takes place.

But then later, into ever higher and higher realms of human consciousness, these tools are rediscovered and embraced; used with insight, balance, and care. And, would you believe, new freedoms are found, their acceleration is accelerated, and their blossoms blossom.
Who'd have thunk?
The Universe

OK, Laurel. We both did.