Yesterday and this morning, something simple happened — and it filled me with a kind of happiness that’s hard to explain.
Before the sun went down last night, I left a few apple slices outside for the bunnies that visit my yard. This morning, the slices were gone. A tiny thing, I know. But the sight of those empty spots in the yard made my heart happy in a way I didn’t expect.
And then I saw them — the bunnies themselves, still here, still choosing my yard as a place of safety. I cut another apple, carried it outside, and a few minutes later watched one of them nibbling away. It felt like a quiet exchange of trust. A conversation without words.
For most of my life, I’ve been someone who finds peace in serving others — even the smallest, furriest creatures. I’m finally beginning to understand that this isn’t a flaw or an over-sensitivity. It’s who I am. My heart is huge, and I’m learning to love that truth instead of shrinking from it.
And then, as if the universe wanted to underline the message, I was listening to a medium I follow on YouTube pull my spirit animal from her deck. Three guesses what she pulled.
A rabbit.
Of course.
Sometimes the signs are gentle. Sometimes they hop right into your morning.
What I’m learning — slowly, tenderly — is to love myself for the soul I’ve always been. To forgive the years I spent disconnected from that truth. To recognize that the environment I lived in shaped my self‑perception, but it never changed my essence.
I accept those experiences now. I understand myself more clearly. And I’m becoming intentional about where my energy goes and what I allow into my inner world.
Today, I feel divinely protected. Today, I feel grateful. Today, I plan to share the wisdom I’ve earned the hard way — not from a place of performance, but from presence.
Sometimes the smallest joys are the ones that remind us who we really are.
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