I choose to believe.
How can I not, when things like this happen:
Years ago, my young niece (15? 16?) Katie (hi punkin!) and her buddy Rachel were visiting us, their Aunties S&S, for the weekend. Pure delight, those two were (and still are!).
I clearly remember being in the kitchen during that visit, being surprised by a heart-melting ribbon of golden music coming from the living room. It was Rachel, singing Sarah McLachlan’s “Adia” while playing accompaniment on the piano.
Skip forward 10 or 15 years to earlier this year. I have reconnected with Rachel through various threads of Divine Planning, and was delighted when she announced she has created a CD of her original music. I immediately purchased several CDs without hearing any of the songs.
My heart remembered her rendition of Adia years ago — no more sampling needed.
As I heard the first notes of Rachel’s voice, the beauty became my own grateful tears. “Unapologetically,” she’s called this musical collection. And her lyrics, her acoustical guitar, piano, voice — all take me consistently to that place where I don’t need to apologize for who I am, what I believe, how I feel, who I love.
Yesterday that dream came true. Without my involvement. Because of authentic connections.
That, my dear readers, is why I choose to believe.
‘Tis the season — maybe we can all choose to believe?
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