No matter if I have to say no to something I want.  Or that I need to allow unfinished business to flow by.  Even if my dreams come true and I get frightened, I am surrounded with blessings. 

To bless is to call it good.  Calling something good does not mean it is fun, or seems right, it is a form of acceptance–seeing the gift.  Sometimes we don’t see that a gift is just what we need.  Sometimes gifts look like curses.  Think about Sleeping Beauty who slept until her Prince came.  Now I was very cranky when I realized how that myth kept me looking for the knight on a white horse, and when I was first kissed into a long term relationship, I can’t say that after 10 years I thought it was a blessing.

But it was one of the most excellent gifts.  I am thankful for that long time seeing how I chose.  Seeing how I screamed as a victim and was really a volunteer.  Now seeing what a dear true friend and blessed angel my partner was to turn my head so distinctly around, seeing how I did have a choice.

I choose blessing always everywhere all the time today.  It may take me a moment to clear my vision, or to slow down and touch a tree while crying, but I cherish the blessing of this earth and this life.