It’s all wonderful with new knowledge being gained, new friendships being built, newish community being strengthened. But I’m hella busy. It’s good. I’m tired, but happy.
I had a reading this past fall and part of it was being told that I should stop looking for “what’s next”, stop searching for my “other” magic because “love is my magic” and I’m already doing it, already have that. It hit me in a weird place and felt far too grand a thing for wee ole me. As I’ve allowed this message to continue to sink in over the last 4 months I can’t deny the truth of the message. It’s interesting, and comforting, and true. I can’t ask for better magic than that.