The creative burst is filling our lungs with joy, and the paint is tipping our brushes with what comes next. Next is ready, as are we, as we find our way home through the Woods and over the hill, and past the last, until we arrive at the arrival place of counted upon. Magic uses the Wand to color the white of our words, and the Wand is the Wood marker of Make. We etch our memories with the gift of Love, the sight of witness and the willingness to be part of something bigger than we are. Lend a hand to the Wand, be brave to your witnessing, it has power and Grace, and gratitude that supersedes the limitations of grey that tries to drain life from living. Magic is the Key, let the lock be turned out, so what turns out is the joy that is released and witnessed of movement leaping free of containment. Folded are the Patterns, Squared are the corners, rounded are the needs. We lick the stamp and send it off to be heard, till we find our new way to our new Space we call Home, home for who we are, home for who we will be, home for all that we have been, home for what frees, home for what roots, home for what spells out the words that we need to hear. We make it whole, we make it holy, we make it wholesome and we agree to honor ourselves, to honor our work, to honor our Source, to honor our connections, to honor our freedom, to honor our Grace, to honor our gratitude, to honor our freedom, to honor our recognition, to honor what we feel, to honor what we know, and make one what we magnify to hold us safe till find our new Home. We find you acquire nothing unless you honor these. May the words of our beginnings touch us now, and hold us safely to who we really are. Nick nick nick, knock knock knock, put your purse down, put your words inside your purse and let they become your new carriers, your new money, your new involvement, your new cards, your new extensions, your new listening. You promised yourself, and so did I, and I promised you, Robert, that we would be the healing sequence of our own needs, and we would caw caw caw for the Ravens, the Wolves, the Bears, the Whales, the Tigers, the Horses, and all the winged life of Eagles, cormorants, Swan and Kingfisher, butterflies and Bees. Hunting Hawks, lizards and snakes, hyacinth and flowers, herbs and towers, promises and constancies, moon and stars, suns and praying mantises, fish and scales, feathers and wings, claws and diggers, climbers and runners, orifices and caves, closures and openings, horizons and seas and moons. We would go down low and climb up high, like we always have. To close, to be within, to open and rise is no small thing. Blessed Be. Sweet home, you have blessed us each day, please bless us into another. Always lets in the flowers and herbs.
