Tonight, my husband and I were watching The Big Lebowski.
And man… I forgot how ridiculous that movie is.
We laughed out loud at Walter being, well, Walter —
and I couldn’t help but admire The Dude himself — completely resigned while everything’s falling apart.
There’s this one scene where the phone keeps ringing… and he just sits there.
Not answering. Not moving. Just… exhausted surrender.
It’s hilarious. And weirdly relatable.
After the movie, my husband went to bed.
I stayed in the living room for a moment — just sitting there, staring at nothing.
That’s when it hit me:
How different I feel now compared to a few months ago —
back when I couldn’t laugh at anything,
when my whole body was stuck in survival mode — like I couldn’t exhale — and my thoughts wouldn’t shut up for a second.
You know that kind of stress where even getting out of bed feels like climbing out of quicksand?
That was me.
And yet here I was tonight — laughing.
Breathing.
Remembering.
Then I thought about my “Divine Whispers” Trello card…
the place I save little notes from moments that feel clearer than others.
I opened it — and there it was.
A note I’d written during a rare moment when I actually paused long enough to feel something softer:
“The better I feel, the more I allow.
The more I allow, the more life reveals itself in perfect timing.
And I am safe to keep following what lights me up.”
It wasn’t something I channeled word-for-word.
Just a line I saved during a day of venting — and something real came through in the middle of it.
And yeah… I still needed to hear it.
It reminded me that peace doesn’t always arrive after some big healing moment.
Sometimes it just… sits next to you on the couch, waiting for you to notice.
If any of this resonates, I’d love to hear from you.
Feel free to write me: mary@marybejaranomoore.com.
I read every message.
Mary Bejarano Moore 