Unreserved Intention.

There are moments in life that feel sacred, not because of their grandeur but because of the rawness they hold. They arrive unannounced, wrapped in the simplicity of a smile, a conversation that lingers, or the way the world suddenly feels aligned in a way it never quite has before. When we meet a special soul, when we give ourselves fully to the moment, something shifts—we are no longer just existing; we are living.

The sacrosanct act of giving it whole. Of offering ourselves with unreserved intention, allowing our thoughts and emotions to flow freely without the barriers we so often construct. There is something deeply human, deeply divine, in that surrender—where nothing is held back, and everything is embraced. It is in these moments that we come to understand the quiet, profound truth: the joy we seek, the peace we crave, has always been within arm’s reach.

To be present is an act of gratitude. To take in the moment slowly, allowing it to fill every corner of our being, is a gift we rarely give ourselves. We often chase fulfilment in the distant future, in the “someday” that never quite arrives, when in reality, everything we need is already here. The right people, the right places, the right feelings—they come when we are ready to receive them.

I write this because I am grateful. Grateful for answered prayers, for moments of joy that seemed impossible once, for finding peace where there was but a little of. Grateful for the beautiful souls who remind me that life is not measured by milestones but by the depth of the connections we make along the way.

And to this end, there's a blissful feeling; akin to that of the past—one where there is contentment and a peaceful place to perch. A feeling that reminds us of a time when life was simpler, when laughter was effortless, and when love and connection were not things to chase but things that naturally surrounded us. In these moments, we are weightless, suspended in a serenity that asks for nothing in return.

So here’s to those moments—to the rare, unguarded seconds when we let ourselves feel it all. To the sacred act of being present. To the realization that, perhaps, we have already found what we were searching for all along.

Bp. Memoir #2