I have been amazed by the universe treasure moments that seem to arrive to me, chance encounters, free gifts in shops, writing in books that match what I’d been talking about the day before (no algorithms there)
This was one yesterday.
I’d bought this John o Donohue book in a charity shop about six weeks ago, one of about 10 books I bought that day, this one went on the bottom shelf hidden away.
Reading prayers and blessings not always my thing.
Yesterday I had a tidy of my books, getting rid of 10 to the local charity shop, and re-found the John o Donohue…
I opened the book, randomly
To this page
What did I write about the day before yesterday?
Exactly
May I be a friend to myself.
This path of self compassion seems littered with treasure.
I am a mystery, waiting to be loved….as are you
May you and I journey to that place in your soul where there is love and warmth and feeling.
James Ballantyne 
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