Unearthed

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The definition of a miracle to me means having the ability to accept all that happens in life; the millions of stars on a midsummer’s night even though we see very few, the thousands of chances contained in a hat, even though we pick only one, or a piece of writing that completely overwhelms us when it’s closed with the words, “I love you.”

I believe that when we are open, in awe, free-flowing, able to find a way outside of ourselves, miracles can happen.

When I was a child I lived more outside of my house than within. I would often lie down on the bare ground and stare up at the stars in the sky. It was like receiving a free ticket to somewhere else entirely; a place where I could find the difference between what is and what could be, a place where I could find peace when escape was not possible.

And a miracle took place.

Gone are the white cotton pleas, the shreds of eyelet lace, the tears of unanswered questions… and even though I still tremble on the ground beneath me today, the spirit of forgiveness has set me free — free to soar with my magnanimous muse in the miracle of my dreams.

Wishing you peace,

 Kelly xo

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