Last night I had a funny and poignant dream. An artist friend of mine gave me a makeover. She dressed me in a red turtleneck shirt and a long jeans jumper. She cut my hair and dyed it blonde. Then she draped a two inch black ribbon around my neck and around my body and hands. I told her my hands felt awkward. She said “just hold them lightly over the pockets. It will be okay.”

When I woke up I considered how much of my life I wanted a makeover (with thinner thighs and straighter hair) and how often I convinced myself that “my hands were tied” in certain situations. Yet no matter what I may look like (on the outside) and no matter how challenging the circumstance I can, with compassion, communicate.

What might life look like if we let go of what we cannot control and focused instead on the intelligence of our hearts? And then spoke.

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