Just as soon as I feel it start to slow down, it speeds up again. Gathering speed to take the turn, the return.
The air is heavy with smoke today, a reminder of the connectivity of us all, of where we all sit on this big spinning ball.
Finishing up something which I thought was already done today, I feel the first strong pangs of excitement for the next project, for the new, for where I am moving to. I feel the transition might be something wonderful to participate in the creation of.
It's sparkly there (right now) and the rhythms are far more syncopated. The colors brighter. I hope it's more wild, less forest wild and more bazaar wild. I feel it will be louder there too, and yet I will find moments of intense quiet, quiet so loud it makes your head hurt.
Today is for dreams, and tomorrow (or perhaps the day after that) is for plans.
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