Let Them

May has not begun well in our part of the world.

Unseasonal rains did offer respite from the sultriness, but things got hot on the country’s borders—war clouds rain fire, not soothing droplets.

The media hype, opinion shops spewing partial truths, and the resultant drawing-room discussions are not a pleasant affair, not for me.

The death of Pope Francis sent a chill down the spine. The crystal gazer who predicted this spoke about the end of an era. May the new beginnings be better than the past!

Talking about predictions reminds me of astrological predictions that promised a radical change for Leo in 2025. I wake up every morning with hope, but nothing changes.

Can someone wave a magic wand?

I received my copy of Let Them by Mel Robbins today.

I hope to find my personal formula for peace here.

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Sunday Confessionals: May Energy