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Welcome, beloved Friend!
There is a quiet calling in my life—to weave blessings of love into the hearts of others, to remind those who cross my path of the deep, abiding truth that they are, and have always been, the Beloved. It is a calling that stirs within me like the ebb and flow of the sea, drawing me toward the tender task of blessing, as I have learned to receive it, and as I have learned to offer it. A blessing is a form of grace, a kind of prayer spoken from the soul that reaches beyond the words themselves and touches the essence of who we are. It is a sacred invitation to remember our wholeness, to reclaim our worth, and to step into the world with the knowledge that we are held in love by a force far greater than ourselves.
Some of us, perhaps many of us, have never known the warmth of such a blessing. Instead, we have been spoken over with words that wound, with voices that cast shadows across our hearts, leaving us to question our value and our place in the world. These harsh words—sometimes whispered, sometimes shouted—can echo through the corridors of our lives, leaving scars that last long after the sound fades. The lack of a blessing, the absence of love in its purest form, leaves an aching emptiness, a void that calls for something to fill it, something to heal it, something to remind us of the truth we so often forget: we are beloved.
How powerful, then, is the gift of a blessing. To be blessed is to be seen. It is to be welcomed into the embrace of something greater than ourselves, to recognize that the love which created the world also created us, and that love has never left us. It has simply been waiting for us to remember it. I have come to know, in my own quiet way, that blessings are not simply nice words or hollow gestures. They are powerful energies that shape the world we live in, the worlds within us, and the relationships we carry with those we encounter. A blessing changes everything. It opens the heart, it softens the edges of the soul, it reminds us of who we truly are, and it calls us to live fully, without fear, without hesitation, and without regret.
I live surrounded by Nature—by forests that murmur ancient stories, by lakes whose stillness reflects the depth of life’s wisdom, by winds that carry whispers of faraway places. It is here, in this sanctuary of natural beauty, that I have discovered how Life itself loves each one of us. Nature, in its timeless patience, reminds us that we are all part of something much greater, something beyond comprehension, yet so profoundly simple in its essence. Life loves each one of us with a tenderness we often overlook. The trees stand with us through all seasons—whether we are basking in the warmth of summer or shivering in the cold of winter—and they teach us, with their silent strength, how to be both rooted and expansive, how to be both vulnerable and resilient.
As I walk through these woods, as I sit beside the lakes, as I watch the birds dance in the sky, I realize that Life blesses us constantly. Every sunrise is a blessing, a new beginning that invites us to begin again. Every gust of wind is a reminder of the unseen forces that guide us, that lift us, that breathe life into us. Every flower that blooms, every leaf that falls, speaks of Life's deep love for us. And it is here, in the quiet presence of Nature, that I have learned to receive these blessings—not as something to be earned or achieved, but as something that is freely given, like air, like light, like the very breath that sustains us.
We live in a world that often forgets the power of blessing. We are caught in the rush of daily life, in the noise of expectations and demands, in the constant push toward achievement and success. But in the midst of all this, the quiet, persistent blessings of life continue to surround us, waiting for us to notice them, to receive them, to understand their power to heal and transform. I have learned that blessing is not something that comes from external sources alone. It is something that we must cultivate within ourselves, a practice of seeing the world and each other with eyes of love and grace. When we bless others, we open the space for them to remember their own worth, their own beauty, their own sacredness. In blessing others, we remind them that they are seen, that they are loved, that they are part of something far greater than they can imagine.
But how can we bless others when we have never received the blessing of love ourselves? How can we give what we have not yet claimed for ourselves? It is in the quiet spaces of our hearts, in the gentle whispers of our souls, that the first step toward healing begins. We must first bless ourselves. We must first recognize the love that has always been present, even in our darkest moments, even in our times of struggle. We must begin to speak the words of blessing over our own lives—to hold ourselves with compassion, to honor our journeys, to embrace our imperfections with tenderness. For it is only when we allow ourselves to receive the blessings of love that we are able to offer them to others.
As I reflect on my own journey, I am reminded of the countless times I have felt the absence of blessing in my life. I, too, have known the sting of harsh words, the weight of unspoken judgments, the longing for something I could not name. But I have also come to know the deep, sacred truth that life, in all its beauty and complexity, is always waiting to bless us. It is in the quiet moments of solitude, in the silence of the natural world, that we begin to hear the whisper of life’s blessings—gentle, patient, and always present, like a soft breeze that carries the promise of something new.
It is this wisdom that I seek to share through my writing, my art, and my reflections. I invite you to join me on this journey of remembering, of reclaiming the blessings that are rightfully ours. I invite you to see the world through eyes of love, to recognize the sacred in the ordinary, to find the beauty in every moment. And above all, I invite you to remember that you are, and always have been, the Beloved. You are worthy of blessing. You are worthy of love. And it is my deepest hope that through these words, through this space, you will begin to hear the gentle whisper of life calling you home to the love that has always been waiting for you.
I love You,
Alma
