THE WAY Drop the map, lift your finger to the wind, the sun and moon long to conspire in your unfolding. No matter the push or pull of shoulds and coulds, the inner tide of your breath rises and falls to your moon. Let today be the day you plot with what's written inside you and turn towards what really feeds you, to trust it help guide you too. ~ ❤️AC
What about you? How do you invite in guidance from within and beyond yourself?
As always, I’d love to know if you’re willing to share.
Thanks for being here and may you find ways to conspire with your inner and outer sources of guidance. With much love, Amanda
P.S. If you’re curious about how my self-publishing project is travelling, this is where I usually give an update or two. This week I let the above ground work go in the knowing that work below ground is always being done regardless of my striving.
How stunning is this sky by the way! I couldn’t ignore it’s demand for attention the other night (and have only just noticed the cloud heart!). There is so much to notice in between all of the doing.
Until next week, take good care. xA
Wonderful poem. Really loved hearing the reading too - have just found that feature myself, and am really enjoying it. :-) Like Chloe said below, the lines "the sun and moon long / to conspire in your unfolding" are bangers.
A wonderful poem about putting that trust where it should be put. Good read!