Your "ship" was spotted off the coast this morning, slipping silently through the fog. Coming around the cape, she appeared in a shaft of sunlight and what a sight to see! Glimmering as much as the ocean herself. Massive and beautiful beyond belief. Laden with treasures, happy times, friends, love, and laughter.
This week, though, you must prepare for her arrival. You must make space in your life for her gifts, before she heads back out to sea.
Your first mate always,
The Universe
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Sometimes, stuck as I've been on this shore, I've been known to grow tired of the fog, for all its subtle blessings.
Striking a beacon light isn't always easy (especially when you're a little afraid what you might see), but it's the only way to make ships come.
And when they do, it's not about ships anymore.
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