The readiness is all.
I have to remember to be ready. Ready to receive what I want. Dream it, feel it, want it, and receive it. It really does work.
Something with pine trees, definitely. Pine trees have ALWAYS made me feel secure, warm, home. Eastern white pines, with soft needles, sap-traced trunks, fluffy mulch, and evergreen smell...ahhhh. Always lovely, always home.
And gardens. Moundy, billowy, flowery gardens. Perhaps a fence, or a wall--a stone wall--to hug in the gardens. And some water. Somewhere. I hear it talking to me and beginning now, I am listening.
Like the poetry I read, the stories I dive into, the characters I play. I want to long for them, breathe their air, say their words. I want to be a part of the process, a part of the journey of becoming.
So I am. I am becoming. This is fun and this is now.
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