This is the incredible thing about practical magic. It shows up at the right time, with absolute purpose to resolve a situation or fulfill a need, sometimes without you even knowing you needed it! It's like the linch pin - the thing that makes everything else make sense.
The body wobbles in awkward discovery of this fleshy thing, learning through movement - no words. Liquid sustenance, slurred sounds, and mirrored abstractions. Function communicates with form to find an optimal handshake.
Early adopters are pioneers. They see the vision, catch the spark. Something rings a bell deep inside, flips a switch, resonates - sometimes after an experience or two, sometimes after thoughtful research, sometimes on a whim. I have been one of those in my cohort, and it has turned out to be a deeper step into an unfolding destiny.
While long asking questions like "What is my purpose? Why am I here? What do I have to contribute?" is a great start for a deep inquiry about what one has to offer, it rarely seems to deliver...
Surrender is an inside job. You already know this. In the secret womb of your heart, in your bones, in the wisdom you were born to carry - you know all I'm about to say.
Those days, I thought he knew me well. What is more true is that he knew the insidious distortions of our precious divinity attempting to translate its glory through the interface of an electric, lubricated flesh.
Soft, whispered on the edge of tomorrow when the lips of the evening touch the nape of morning's neck and breathe a subtle breeze of renewal.
Praise inspiration. When it hits, I am the most wealthy woman in the world. A feast for all creation streams through my hands and heart and this love is a well that will never run dry.
What is that most intimate, most revealed part of you that has always been there, but seems to feel almost as if it has the skin of a newborn when it comes to light?
Impress upon this life what you will make of it. Be true to the heart of becoming.