Let me count the ways.
sunrises and sunsets, baby smiles and baby breath, beaches and mountains, lovers, arguments and making up, flowers on my patio, orchids on my desk, a family who remind me I’m loved, children who taught me, unconditional love,
living with dying …. friends who sit with me in silence who understand when my love pain is too much, people who hurt me for my own good, people who believe in me when I can’t quite find the courage to believe in myself,
a friend who came in from the cold, friends who’ve passed on but send me ravens to guide me, Sedona and Akal, second chances to live the life I was meant to live, RB and the world he kindled, fans and friends who follow my work, those who came before me who have taught me so much, words that flow through me, stories I create, a memoir that heals hearts, a chance to share what burns inside my soul,
Mia and Carlos, an unconventional love only they can understand, protectors and warriors who’ve inspired everything I’ve ever written, Luke, Israel, Zach and David strong, powerful and soulful heroes, Lucia, Lorena, Sofia, Jet and now Rasha, and Layla women who humble us with their determination to get it right, and all those authors that came before me, their books, their gift they share with the world,
and most of all I love the Higher Power that has guided me throughout my life, pulled me back from danger, inspired me to follow my dreams and my heart, and saved me from myself more than once, and given me second chances,
and I love how I receive occasional glimpses of the lives I’ve lived before, and I love how I know that when I die this will not be the end but the beginning, that in each life I learn to love more, deeper and wider,
and my soul speaks through me and sends messages to the world, and I am blessed to still find wonder in everything that life gives me, and most of all my heart is filled with love for all with whom my soul mates.