Greetings from Berlin, my Pixie peeps! I am sitting in an Altbau (old building) overlooking a park and my new Prenzlauer Berg neighborhood. Sipping coffee and answering emails, I feel oh so grateful.
I have seen - in this move and in everything - that things go more smoothly when I remember to ask that they do so. In my world, requests go to God, the Angels or The Universe for exactly what I need. Here’s an example:
My favorite handbag has been limping along for months with a broken zipper. I had no time before leaving NYC to fix it and no desire to toss it away for a new model either. I packed some back-ups and hit the air knowing I’d get it fixed eventually. In my mind, I’d set the intention to find a repair shop but had not specifically looked for one. Yesterday, when wandering around with my camera a mere block from my new digs, I “happened” upon this:
I’ll have my baby back next week sans any active effort on my behalf. When I allow time/space for a solution, it seems to sort itself out! What’s more magical than that?
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