I’m looking forward to miracles the same way a child looks forward to Saturday morning. When teachers and schoolwork choreograph most of every week, there’s a kind of deliciousness in reclaiming the openness of the weekend…an excitement that comes when you can make time your own.

That’s what I’m looking forward to…the deliciousness of reclaiming the working of my body. The disturbance that has followed me since birth has been demanding more of me than is reasonable. It’s high time a miracle moves in.

So I envision and plan to feel better than I do. I want my body to remember feeling good…. I don’t want to miss it the way a teenager might sleep through a precious Saturday!

I’m looking for miracles for my husband because he certainly deserves his very own! I believe miracles will crawl up into his lap and claim him as their own…the way every dog, cat and baby claim him 30 seconds after they meet him! Magic and miracles are his birthright!

I’m expecting magic to move in with us and teach us about letting go of pain and dysfunction. Magic will mentor us in the ways of freedom and we’ll drink it in as we remember the ways of light.

A-ho!

I’m glad you’re here💜

***And Happy Birthday to my late brother, John. I miss you 💜

This post is part of the November Nanopoblano challenge. A group of us committed to writing a blog post every day for the month of November. Please visit the blogs of my other Nanopoblano cheer pepper friends HERE