Sunset decompression post festival. Suspended in the sacred pause…. In that space in between the notes, I hear the birds’ aria singing on that all is unfolding exactly as its meant to. They reassure me of a Divine order underway, and I vow to let go of those three bastard cousins “would’ve” “should’ve” and “could’ve” once and for all. Trying to change what is does not serve myself or the world. So I’m simply saying thank you instead. Thank you for this challenge. Thank you for this teaching. Thank you for this opportunity to love deeper, to embody fierce grace and to pray from the depths of my being. Thank you for my beating heart that throbs with love for those dearest to me, and for all sentient beings near and far. It’s not always easy being such a lover, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.