I almost skipped everything today.
I woke up with a weird kink in my upper back that radiated forward between my lungs, making it painful to breathe and move, so I spent most
I shamelessly call upon my creative power.
I tap into streams of congruent energy when I find them and let them boost me. I let myself be boosted from above and below.
I
I have no desire to be a tyrant or a megalomaniac. Lord knows we have enough of those characters in the world.
And yet I know the archetype lives in me. Only now
Lately, I've been yearning to write—feeling as if there are things I really need to be writing about, while simultaneously feeling as if I have absolutely nothing to say.
This