I play a game, every day -- it's a game of messages. I keep my eyes and ears open, and I try to find the message that god has sent me. Some days it's as small as a word of wisdom from a book or friend, or perhaps a particularly beautiful moment. Some days it's huge, mind expanding, profound. But I have discovered that life, despite what is "right" or "wrong," becomes a more bearable place when we look to those small things. You can think of them as divine inspirations, you can think of them as self-fulfilled prophecy and coincidence. The point remains that in lives such as ours, those small, beautiful moments are often the only things that keep us going.


So every day I look for that message, that whisper, that gift that we are not alone. The dialogue between our reality and the infinite is spoken vastly through the heart, and though many refuse to listen out of fear, prejudice, or ignorance, it is easy to accomplish if one just releases their boundaries. People always blame god for not speaking to them -- well when was the last time they truly expected an answer? When was the last time they heart-and-soul talked to god? How do they expect to hear something that they don't even believe in?


So perhaps, here and now, this is your message for the day: love, forgive, reflect, and listen.