i used to think i was lucky (like rowan was at the flying horses, catching the brass ring three times in a row). but luck runs out. luck is not dependable. luck is haphazard. luck can not be cultivated from within. luck feels restrictive, leaving me wanting more, but not knowing how or when or if it will present itself.
today i know i am blessed. a few weeks ago i set an intention to seek and share gratitude for all that is abundant in my life. it continues to amaze me how thanksgivings seem to create even more to be thankful for, how plentitudes unfold in a fractal-like manner, how abundance begets even more abundance. blessedness feels expansive, leading me towards more with the trust that abundance will most certainly continue to present itself.
blessings to you, friends.
