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Trinkets & Treasures.

For several months I was jamming through life, unaware, just barely present. Disconnected really.

On this one day, I rested for a minute in front of my dresser. I was tired, sad, feeling pretty hopeless.

I looked down onto the dresser's surface and saw what now appeared to me to be healing presences of all types - necklaces, charms, candles - all together in close proximity, some bracelet chains draped over mala beads, a hamsa resting next to an amber charm. I saw, well, I remembered in that moment that most of these trinkets and treasures had been given to me by this life's family members, each one with a special meaning, given with love and generosity.

The light switched on, I smiled in great gratitude and then breathed a really deep breath, opened up my chest, and lowered my neck and opened to receive the peace I knew was mine. When I opened to receive, my heart space, inside and out, was warm.

It was so good - I was at perfect peace.

I don't think I had been in such a deep state of gratitude and peace in a really long time. Hence my disconnect and lack of presence in those months. Of course, yes, they are connected. But we forget so often.

After all this, I looked up from these sparklie trinkets and treasures, little wondrous angels who had just reminded me, and I smiled again as I looked in the mirror -  I was wearing this heart T-shirt.




Yeah. I think I somehow knew I needed a heart opener when I got dressed that morning. And so it was.

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