A Note From The Universe...

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For the past few years, I've been greeted every morning, Monday through Friday, with a note from the Universe. Sometimes it's just a simple thought, sometimes, very thought provoking.

And, as with everything, the message is always perfect for what I'm going through in my life. Kinda nice to know the Universe is keeping an eye out for me.

Sunday, I had a great meditation, reclaiming my certainty. Nothing specific, just my certainty in general. Maybe a better way of saying it would be, my ability to be certain of myself. At the end of the meditation, I was certainly in a great space. So, I sat down to work out my budget for the next two weeks.

At the end of that exercise, I still had my certainty and it was quite empowering. I slept very deeply that night and woke feeling amazingly refreshed. When I logged on to my email, the following note was in my box:

" Yesterday, I watched a small bird, flying very fast, disappear into the canopy of an oak tree. So dense were its leaves that it was impossible to see what happened next, though I can tell you the bird remained inside.

I wondered how the little bird found its opening through the leaves at such a speed, and then managed to gently align its fragile body on the branch it chose to land upon, all within a fraction of a second. Not to mention the impossible to imagine flying maneuvers required: the banking, the curling, the vertical and horizontal stabilization, the deceleration and landing.

Memory? Calculation? Not in that tiny brain. Instinct? Maybe, but how does instinct know which way the branches of a tree have grown when no two are the same?

Ray, that little bird just knew. It had faith, in spite of not being able to see how things would work out, that if (and only if) it stayed the course the details would be taken care of; that an opening would appear and a twig would be found. In fact, had she slowed down enough to carefully and logically inspect the tree first, which would be the prudent thing to do, she would have lost her lift and fallen to the ground.

Kind of like reaching for your dreams. Neither memory, nor calculating, nor instincts are the deciding factors, but faith coupled with action.

Tallyho,
~the Universe"

Yeah, me and the Universe are on a first name basis.

Perfect, huh?
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