I spent this weekend at a retreat. When I sat down to begin the experience, I penned this on the first page of my notebook (with some slight edits.) I look at it as an invocation of sorts.
as we enter this sacred space,
and choose to accept the gift of grace,
let’s slow down to a snail’s pace,
to share the smile upon your face.
to be open to the universe,
or god or fate or happenstance,
whatever gets the soul to dance,
perhaps it’s really all of the above,
grounded in unconditional love.
and choose to accept the gift of grace,
let’s slow down to a snail’s pace,
to share the smile upon your face.
to be open to the universe,
or god or fate or happenstance,
whatever gets the soul to dance,
perhaps it’s really all of the above,
grounded in unconditional love.
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