Intentional observing gives way to a special kind of remembering. This remembering is an opening penetrated with reverence or exhausted surrender. It rushes in like an unexpected wave… transforming, protecting, and guiding the surfer through the pipeline of her life to the shore where she begins again, invigorated with all the possibilities that lie in waiting. No, she is not reminiscing. No, she is not revisiting a timeline of events. She is remembering something that is essentially and uniquely her yet she has never known: the third.
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this is so beautiful. no words. It feels very personal. It is a blessed acknowledgement of the journey if we allow ourselves to take it. Thanksgiving.