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Allowing for Magic

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Mornings with the open window and coffee and stillness ❤️

Do you ever hear this voice? It’s one that belongs to all of us though we hear it in different ways or at different times. But the rare times I do hear it, it makes me weep. For me, its message is always short and clarion clear, usually only a few words, but it repeats with an insistence that is outside of me. It speaks in my voice, but it is powered by something other than my voice. You can call it God or angels or the universe or brain chemistry, but that is the voice I trust.

These August clouds have been making me feel some kind of way lately. The way they absorb and reflect at the same time. Their frayed edges. How quickly they scoot across the sky and shift and morph. Not holding any shape too tightly. Letting themselves be molded by the wind.

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