In a slightly different world, if dogs believed in "soul mates" when it came to choosing their owners... can you imagine how lonesome most would be?
Oh, there's definitely room for "picky," Laurel, but there's also room for "surprise me."
Surprise me,
The Universe
"Cute Dachshund ISO cool human (like Laurel Stone) with nice house near Larsen. Must be mind-reader, watch Animal Planet, and listen to Dr. Dre. No pic, no reply."
One of the most stringent conditions all angels must meet, Laurel, other than double-advanced harp playing and skydiving abilities (not necessarily at the same time), is that they must not allow themselves to feel hurt or rejected by the choices made by others, no matter how much they've done for them nor how great their love.
Yeah, WOW.
The Universe
Angels are people, too Laurel.
Generally, typically, and most of the time, Laurel, it's those who consider themselves to be the least spiritually mature who are the most, and vice versa.
Holy cow,
The Universe
Quite the paradox, huh, Laurel?
When you realize that by changing your perspective, big things can be seen as little things, Laurel, it becomes much harder to worry about anything.
Funky cold medina,
The Universe
Actually, it becomes impossible, Laurel.
There are no accidents, Laurel.
If it's appeared on your life radar, this is why: to teach you that dreams come true; to reveal that you have the power to fix what's broken and heal what hurts; to catapult you beyond seeing with just your physical senses; and to lift the veils that have kept you from seeing that you're already the person you dreamed you'd become.
And believe me, that was one heck of a dream.
Tallyho,
The Universe
There are no accidents, Laurel.
Do you think the most stunning, celebrated, and adept dancer in the entire world, Laurel, could become so by only ever dancing to the most brilliant, illuminating, and clever music in the world?
Or would they freak, hip-hop, and tango to every riff, beat, and la-bamba within earshot?
Shall we?
The Universe
Yeah, Laurel, the latter, even early on when no one paid them any attention and their little steps seemed so paltry compared to the glamorous waltz that moved in their heart.
To clarify, Laurel, the primary roles of LOVE are not to heal, fix, or mend. Not to soothe, cure, or ease. Not even to refresh, rejuvenate, or restore. Hardly.
The primary roles of LOVE, Laurel, are to "Yahoo!" "Yeehaa!" and "Whoohooo!"
Get your love on,
The Universe
You were born to love, Laurel, no matter the cost, no matter what someone else said, and no matter how the past once played out.
The very best moment in any long journey that makes your dreams come true, Laurel, comes not on the day you realize they have, but on the day you realize how little they matter compared to loving the adventure they've inspired.
Don't ask me why, I just know what I know -
The Universe
Laurel, you've always been part of my journey... Xoxoxoxo.
Remember you once told me, Laurel, that if ever all of the circumstances in your life were aligned just so, your soon-to-be friends were in all the right places at all the right times, and the financial markets, social climate, and global energies had all reached optimal points... you'd want to be gently nudged as a subtle sign that it was time to start doing new things, saying new things, and visualizing so that you might catch these gargantuan waves of change and surf to dazzling new heights?
TODAY'S THE DAY!!
Hang ten,
The Universe
Oh, Laurel, you also wanted me to remind you something about a new, faster, fancier, lighter laptop and Cadbury Fruit and Nut Bars... go figure.
You know that dreamy look of deep, soulful love you've sometimes seen in the eyes of another as they gazed into your own, Laurel?
Expect a lot more of it.
Whoooooooohoooooooooooooooo!!
The Universe
You are so deserving, Laurel.