May 6, 2007
I love it when I feel in flow; like I’m just floating along, being directed by a holographic purpose bigger than me, yet that if surrendered to, brings joy to even the occasional bolder or rubbish in life. Today’s transiting flow asks I encourage it through the channel of my new found love of writing. I don’t have any criteria except that I write. Or rather, that I show up and let words use me, infusing me with new meaning that is fresh and also deeper and richer and more fully alive. I, in symphony, attempt an expression that joins.