When you remain connected to the Divine, She will speak to you — in patterns and connections, signs and synchronicities, and all sorts of gifts. When magic rises to the surface of your awareness, and your life, you know you’re blessed. It makes life a wild adventure. It’s also a source of incredible strength, coming to you when you most need it …” – Phyllis Curott

I feel like I could explode. The universe has been so blatant. The signs that pave my road… my awareness of the unknown… knowing… shooting stars carry magic and hoping for the best comes naturally from within and from within I have been filled with a love. A love that has been vibrating so loud lately… I find myself needing to get outside. Burning Bush guide. Nature spilling light through the cracks that piece me together and hold my frame up. Changing my view through the beauty discovered by the scars unique in nature making everything perfectly flawed.

Re flip Re flect.

Seasons. Signs. Moving on.

Lessons will be taught. Life is a process.
Processing every experience and developing reactions… developing behaviors…
Coping mechanisms because we learn life is about coping.
Life has a different plan for each soul‚ yet the same inevitable end.
Inevitable indeed…

This life is teaching me lessons about me.
Gifts are given from a divine source. Each soul equipped with something unique. Each soul transported through a body. A vessel in which carries us through the physical realm of  life.
The physical seems to be what we believe in more and more.
Further away from the beginning each generation gets… the more we forget… the less we seem to care about stories our ancestors came to tell… the more attached we become to material things…
All these things that meet the eye satisfy our need for instant gratification…
Instant gratification.
The desires of flesh overpower the desires of Spirit.
Off balance we are thrown.
Thrown into this life. Thrown into this body of mine. Thrown.
Each year that passes, each day we wake up‚ each breath we breathe‚ draws us nearer to when we leave our bodies… becoming a memory…