I watched it rain gently outside a window when the sunlight weakly peeked out and made the grasses sparkle.

I am grateful for the smile it brought to my soul.

Once upon a time as I wandered and wondered I met an old soul who told me I didn’t need to be right, that it didn’t matter if I understood, and that the Beatles were right about love. All I need is a heart full of grace and a soul generated by love. Oh I still seek spirituality and growth and though I might not actively seek answers I think that they come to me in ease like the trickling of rain as it seeps through the earth and forms aquifers. Maybe sometimes enlightenment is like a burst of fireworks but more often it is like the weathering of a bolder into grains of sand.

Robert Frost once said of acceptance:

Let the night be too dark for me to see

Into the future. Let what will be, be.