The universe is a strange place. Sometimes chaotic. Full of change and ambiguity. More questions than answers. You run around frantically picking up the bits of debris that is your life.
Little bits of fluff that resemble more the dust that gathers on cobwebs in the unreachable corners of your world than the years and decades they truly are.


Sometimes the universe is magically peaceful. Somehow in the midst of all the turbulence you call your life you find a subtle sort of meditation in listening to the voices around you. The wind captures you and sends you sailing into your future–it all unfolds before you and you
have this deep sense of belonging. Yes, there is a reason I am here. I am loved.


But always, always the universe is handing you the very things you need. If you pay attention—it’s all right there. That’s the trick, isn’t it? Seeing what is in front of you. All the abundance you can imagine, even in the midst of trauma and grief. Sometimes, you need a friend to point it out. A
friend to see you for who you truly are and are called to be. A friend to walk with you in the darkness, to be the light when you are blinded by your own life, your own chaos, your own doubt. A friend who shares her darkest secrets and trusts you with debris in her life. A friend who knows the meaning of grace.


And the universe likes to provide those as well– graceful friends who remind you that you are deeply blessed just to be. I will be eternally grateful to an abundant universe for giving me Becca.
Thank you. Both of you.