It could also well be my prayers for breaking a stalemate, and the divine giving me a generous nudge is this manner.
Eons ago, a monk in a temple wrote predictions of fellow mortals on bundles of palm leaves.
I see now, I see how every decision or action or consideration in life really just boils down to two polarities – fear or love.
So the Gate appears to show me the Crossroads I did not see.
The worst part about jet lag is probably waking up at 3am feeling hunger right to the deepest core of existence.
This savage full moon tore me to shreds. It was so intense I was unable to sleep at all last night. Tossed, turned, feeling like I could tear myself out of my body unconstrained. Maybe that is how a werewolf feels on a full moon night.
Oooooooph, I feel crispy now! The water is a whole different climate from the air! It’s cold!!!!! Brrrrrr. Solidly, icingly, cold! Now I know why we rinse lettuce in ice cold water if we want them crispy! The same with noodles! And I scampered a little up the pebble beach. Ouch!
Sun, sand and sea. Breathing in every bit of the torquoise around me.