Blessed

BALI

Beautiful & challenging & lonely & kind & mysterious & rich with blessings locked inside intricately ornate boxes.

I am being tested and teased and flooded with dreams begging me to remember that I am blessed.

Nothing will kiss me until I remember this.

All these riches lie at my feet, and I may have none until I remember that they all already belong to me.

That is my seemingly impossible task after years of so much sorrow.

I am blessed.

Yes. We all are blessed, but have forgotten how to accept this simple truth.

“Life has been hard here.” I write, sitting under a statue of Lakshmi.

But I feel her smiling at me, wondering why I make it so.