October 11, 2024
Hello there,
This week I offer the tiniest of questions that maybe lead
to larger meadows of contemplation and discovery. Nothing fancy, nothing grand. Just a little space to muse a bit. Imagine I have set out a blanket in that meadow and you can take a break for a wee bit from the swirl of all that is in this world of ours.
That's it. Some tiny questions sprinkled with a little magic dust for you.
Shall we?
1.
What if the wild whispers of your almost forgotten longings held the keys to everything?
2.
And all there was to do is lie down in the warm grass and let the clouds paint glorious futures for
you?
3.
I know this isn't the way the world works, but even still, spells of desire are seeds for grand forests of new worlds.
4.
What spells are you casting? What worlds are you building? What metamorphosis awaits when you set down all that is not working and never will?
5.
A blessing for
your week, spooky season style:
