01/01/2026
The sacred doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it arrives as warmth, breath, stillness.
Slow down enough to receive it.
A man whispered, “Creator speak to me” and a Kookaburra sang. But, the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, “Universe, speak to me” and the thunder rolled across the sky. But, the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, “let me see you.” And a star shined brightly. But the man did not see.
And, the man shouted, “show me a miracle.” And, a life was born. But, the man did not notice.
So, the man cried out in despair,
“Touch me, and let me know you are here.” Whereupon, the Great Mystery touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.
Don’t miss out on a blessing because it isn’t packaged the way you expect.
