Magic. There have been times I have carried it in my pocket and there have been times I have stomped it to dust. Transition is an opening for magic, when layers of routine and habits are peeled back naked and raw, there is a fleshy underbelly where new seeds can be planted. The same goes for new moons and solar eclipses. Plant your seeds and dream tend them and watch them grow.
Magic
Magic
Magic
Magic. There have been times I have carried it in my pocket and there have been times I have stomped it to dust. Transition is an opening for magic, when layers of routine and habits are peeled back naked and raw, there is a fleshy underbelly where new seeds can be planted. The same goes for new moons and solar eclipses. Plant your seeds and dream tend them and watch them grow.