Listen to the music
Our whole lives are a prayer. They are a message to the universe, a conversation. They are the representation of our own will and a reflection of the guidance we allow the universe to provide. The measure of discomfort or fulfillment that we experience from moment to moment are simply the music that it makes when we brush or bang our will against the strings of the universal heart of all things. Sometimes we play a symphony, and others we strike an awful chord and we stand our ground as best we can as we wait for the painful note to subside. We never get it perfect, but we always get it right.

















