Universal Notifications
Sometimes the real post isn’t written—it’s painted. But this reflection needed words, too.
This morning, I woke up with two clear messages—like gentle notifications, not from my phone, but from something deeper. The kind you don’t swipe away. The kind that ask you to pause.
One was about my daughter Shannon. I haven’t reached out in a couple of weeks, and a quiet nudge rose: Be more curious about her world. Reconnect.
The s…
