ON BEING FOUND :: A choice. To dismiss the fortune as a piece of trash, or open it as a message from divinity, affirmation, direct communication. A choice, to see the pattern or believe it lost. A choice. To allow the beauty in the small and purpose in the common, to be found and guided on the way.
I laughed with this fortune today, found in decayed leaves on my walk...especially given the context of the past moon, my legs still shaky, days up and down. But found words have guided my life since childhood, brought reassurances and imminent transformation. I feel the shift beneath my skin, the choice, to stay out of the story...or to come back in.
We are unlimited. Together, we begin.