Sometimes it’s the smallest of things that make the biggest impact.

This morning for the first time in a long time I wrote my morning pages. There was a lot in my head that needed to come out. After which I decided to smudge my office to help clear the heavy energy that has been weighing me down for the past week. As I open the door to the garden I see a little wren, going about her business, no more than 7 feet away from me. I stopped to watch her, and a second wren joined her! What an absolute treat. I knew they were here for a message.

Acknowledged as a symbol of the arts, the tiny mighty Jenny wren was a wonderful reminder from the universe that even though we may feel small and fragile, we are loved, and joy is everywhere, even when it may seem hidden behind the dark clouds.