Here I sit in a coffee shop, simply waiting.
I can't help but think of painting.
And making things.
And creating stuff.
And bringing people together.
And somehow being a part of it all.
How did I get so lucky, to be blessed with knowing my truth so soon?
How did the Universe finally decide that the time was right, and called together the stars to bless me with a landslide of courage?
Have I whispered thank you yet today?
Has that crossed my mind as I sit here waiting?
Well of course it has.
And I plan to show my gratitude minute after minute -
by not denying who I am
any more.
8 comments:
I don't *really* have anything to say. But I'd love to be able to somehow digitally stand up and applaud! I loved this on some level I can't quite put into words. Thank you!
What Kim said.
THANK YOU.
Connie, what a beautiful post. And I believe it is YOU who have decided you are ready! As we move towards our dreams the Universe acts by opening doors for us. I look forward to watching you continue on this path.
Absolutely beautiful post Connie. I dont know you as well as some others however I know that you an incredible person that loves art, loves people and loves bringing them both together. With that being said I pray that you continue to be blessed. Hugs Melissa
Beautiful post. And don't coffee shops have this spectacular habit of doing just that?
What I love about this photo is that it looks as though the light is shining down on you from above and then in the lower left-hand corner it is radiating out of you -out of your arm and climbing up toward your hand.
As I sat on the edge a table today waiting to hear that all was well with the one in my belly, I stared at the most amazing photo. It was a photo of my baby - the alien within - smiling. And I smiled back. And I wondered - is it gas? Is it really smiling or are we imposing what we want on the photo? I wondered, who is this person, this new life? I wondered about giving thanks and realized that sometimes you don't even need to say "thanks". Sometimes thanks is just a word the Universe hears. It's the wonder, the marveling, the basking, the splashing around we do inside our dreams; it is the way we drape ourselves in color, share our inner, vulnerable rumblings in words and let the light of creativity and magic feed us and those around us that shows the Universe just how appreciative we are at heart. Those moments that we feel humbled by the majestic beauty in our lives - those are the moments when we are writing our personal prayers of thanks.
Oh, I LOVE that feeling when everything seems ripe and just right. When you are overcome with a feeling of being grateful. When you just want to shout from the rooftops that you are here and you are excited about doing all of the good things you know you've needed to do for so long. Congrats to you, Connie! I've been following your journey and think about you often:)
Emily
wonderful wonderful wonderful
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