I wrote this over a year ago. It was one of those unconscious, automatic writing things that ran through me. It seems appropriate to post again in light of this weeks adventures.
Because She/TheAlmighty–however you choose to describe that ‘thing’ outside/within ourselves–works in magical and mysterious ways in my life:
I am creator and creation;
I am of passion, purpose and Grace;
I am truth, light, & compassion divined;
I am grace, hope, healer, & mover of light;
I am a shaper of mountains and mover of men;
I am blessed & Blessed.
I am Love.
I AM.
I am continually awed by how the gifts given to me in many forms keep me in a state of bliss and move me into Grace. For that, I am endlessly grateful.
And, occasionally, damn-near giddy!