Patience. I don’t have a lot of it, though my Mom always said I did. And I’d laugh.
Sometimes, if you wait, things settle in and handle themselves.
Often I’m not patient enough to allow that kind of magic to happen, but when I do and it works, it appears as a miracle.
Deep breaths, kind thoughts, and trust in all things – including myself – allows for transformation to occur on its own terms.
Can I accept life on its own terms long enough to let the miracle occur?