The Universe Answers in Small Ways

Dearest Universe,

Sometimes I ask for answers in the wrong places. I expect lightning bolts, signs painted across the sky, voices clear and unmistakable. But you, the universe, you prefer a softer reply.

This morning, the wind carried the scent of rain before the clouds broke open. A quiet promise that everything blooms again. A sparrow landed near in my gardens, its tiny chest swelling with a song that was never meant for me, but I heard it anyway.

I think that’s how you speak to me: in moments I am too busy to notice, until I slow down and remember that not every question needs thunder to be answered.

So today, I promise to listen better. To look for your whispers in the mundane - in the sudden warmth of sun on my face, in the pages I turn, in the quietude between my thoughts.

And when I forget, remind me gently. You always do.

Yours, softly,

Me