Ah.

I got out of my routine.

Dangerous things happen when I step outside of routines and 'disciplines'.

I miss the 'good stuff'.........

I do.

So tonight I caught up on some of what I do--because it works for me.

See, I land in places where I'm spoken to.

Dr. Seuss, tinctures of opium, colours of paint and not getting what we bargained for......and just what IS success....

All messages laid out for me from a Maker who loves me enough to see that they're available--if I just show up.

I haven't. Willy nilly.....hit and miss...... And then there's been the absence even in my presence.. None of those things work for me. They never have.

For years I've made it my business to fall out of bed and reintroduce myself, humbly, to my Maker. It's not that suspect He's forgotten, and no doubt that exercise is for me and my precious ego.....my fragile little freaking feelings that I can let become paramount.

They're not.

Visiting places reminded me.

And I'm humbled......again.

Beautiful flowers, reflections on the waters, mothers with their daughters in a crowd of 40,000........words bearing messages only I could know because they were designed for me (my Maker thinks I'm that special that He uses everyone in my path--He's smart like that....He loves me that much....).

I get it.

And I love all of you who helped me get it.

((((((((((((((( Everyone )))))))))))))))))))