Now is a time for bold choices and taking chances. The season is ripe, and life is asking for it.
I’m crawling on the floor, feline, and this is god in her million faces.
The muse has come again tonight, a constant gardener. She’s come in, and nothing else matters but to sip from her cup. She always has the most appropriate elixir to bring truth to life. Even the candles light is dim in the midst of her illumination.
I shake in my body, shivering bones. I breathe, and I pray, and I manifest worlds. Not all put together, seamlessly. But sacred and holy, I trust the unfolding. She taught me to do so.