We all need reminders to soften. To notice we might be clenching our fists, distancing from those we love or whom love us, hiding behind our masks. I know I do. I’m on a continuous journey to reconnect with my capacity for warmth. And it’s really hard sometimes. But we have so many hidden treasures and friends around to help us: Totoro, Kiki, music, cats, cupcakes, sushi, a waft of fresh forest air, a silly random endearing connection with something, somewhere, anywhere.

It’s a blessed feeling, for the intentions to carry through.

For the detailed care, thought, attention, planning, hard work, passion, imagination, hopes invested into something to translate into something almost graspable. For the honest sentiments to transmit, to reach someone.

That warmth that is contagious.

The voices we heard, the connections we made, the heartfelt, wholesome space we created together. It was everything we dreamed of. Or at least, the beginning of ever more magical, daring dreams. Intimate, sincere, endearing, and profoundly touching.

When I was small there were gods

And they granted my wish in mysterious ways.

On mornings when you wake up feeling at ease

Miracles happen even when you grow up.