On Saturday mornings, I would explore the canyons above the university. I spent hours walking and running along the fire roads in the hills. I knew where to find hound's tongue and forget-me-not flowers, an old abandoned plum orchard and the deer trail shortcut to the bench looking out over the arboretum.
There is strength in vulnerability. And when we allow the guidance that comes through our hearts, there will be less drama in our relationships and an opening for the miraculous to be part of our daily lives in a way that is beyond our comprehension. Patience pays. Trust allows. Miracles are on their way.