Oh, hi friends!
I am suddenly consumed by how many possibilities there are — possibilities that exist for each one of us.
Things we haven’t done.
Chapters that haven’t made themselves known.
If we live with the fear that bad things can happen; that the hammer of grief or angst or general worry can come down at any time, can’t we also live with the hope that a new gift may be around the corner, that a deep connection is two steps away, that we might be dancing on the fringes of a fresh idea, always, always, always, but especially today?
Believing in possibilities makes beliefs better.
Kara, I agree. Many of us are fearful of things which might never happen. My dog is 12, and this morning he was jumping around like a puppy. I know he might be leaving soon, but he is still here.