as i continue settling here, i sometimes converse--quite excitedly, too--with strangers about the magical way in which things continue to show up for me, since arriving less than two weeks ago (housing that is more than i dreamed; paid work that is in a warm, vibrant environment). each time, the response is about the same: "you're meant to be here" or "it's meant to be."
i am learning that: when something fits us--when it is in agreement with who we are meant to be--there is little or no struggle. it is as if the dream gods, in their infinite knowing, bring the people, things, and experiences most necessary for the fulfillment of our dreams. each day, i marvel at how much easier it is to trust that what is meant for me is, and what is not meant for me isn't.
there is tremendous grace in the world.