A life that never had the need for a ‘Thank you’. A life of a gorgeous candle that never gave birth to a flame. A kitten that never felt the warmth of a loving lap. A canvas that never displayed. A forest void of enchantment.
Right now, each of us is immersed in what we call our life.
What would happen, what are the possibilities . . .
if each of us told ourselves a new story about who we really are?