A few days ago I received a directive from the universe. It was hiding within a small conversation we were having (myself and the universe)–entirely one-sided up until that point. It went a little something like this: me: what is it that i have to do so that you will fully get behind me and support …
As I intimated in my first post—now that I’ve started letting the words out, they feel they have an imperative to flow. My brain is rewiring into a framework for my writing, narratives winding their way through my thoughts continuously. I had forgotten until just today, that as a child I often had a continuous …
the edges of myself 