Life has a way of shaking you up and making you remember.
I believe in synchronicity. I believe in the soul. I believe in miracles.
I have to.
I’ve tried to do the rational thing. I’ve tried to only believe in what I can see and taste and touch, but it never works out for me. I always end up depressed.
I must believe there is something greater than us. Not doing so feels wrong and it feels like a denial of a large portion of me. I used to berate myself for believing that things must happen for a reason. I grew up in a home where we were sent to church on Sundays, but God worked through science and logic only. I felt silly and ridiculous because I could not get through a service without gritting my teeth to hold in tears of joy at feeling Spirit.
Yes, I said I could feel Spirit.
Not logical, I know, but here I am.
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