what does the universe want from me?

sometimes it's hard to tell-- especially when it keeps giving and giving and I feel quite dwarfed by the openness of the hand.

but today I think I have some inklings:

to practice patience;
to be calmer
and kinder
and stronger
and to laugh more
and to keep believing
and expecting the best
from the people I love
and also from myself,
to say, hush!
to those persistent little,
niggling voices of insecurity,
and to continue to open, open
with or without explicit invitation to do so--
to receive it all and let it go again
and to love every fleeting gorgeous
instant of it with my whole heart.

p.s. I <heart> vox.