Random Meanderings of a Predawn Mind.

Random Meanderings of a Predawn Mind.

Light bulbs and birthdays and numbers. Oh my!

I bought a fancy light bulb the other day. Says it’ll be good for 13 years. All I could think was I hope I live long enough to buy 2 more.

2 of my dear friends have bookend birthdays on December 12th and 13th. The combined 2 day celebration of those 2 lives has been a delight. My inner child alive and well dancing on sidewalks and making hats out of paper plates alongside others.

It’s a recipe for magic. Because when people go to that place in their brain to create and do it in community, well, to try and describe it would be to try and tell you what a rose smells like. You just have to experience it.

My birthday is January 5th. My inner child has big plans to celebrate. A gathering around a table where people are creating at the same time. Across the street from the Gulf of Mexico.

It’s a recipe for magic. Because when people go to that place in their brain to create and do it in community, well, to try and describe it would be to try and tell you what a rose smells like. You just have to experience it.

I love numbers. And recently have learned a little bit about numerology. I know the number 333 is significant in terms of femininity, creativity and intuition. Many times when I am exploding between the ears with ideas, I will look to see 333 on the clock.

And as for intuition, I am honing in on mine like never before. That is command central for the connection between my soul and the Source that made me and all things.

When I awoke today to see 444 on my phone screen, I had to see what that was all about. And I’m here to tell you that this image and the words on it are true in my house. I am eager for the unfolding that lies ahead. And I feel every bit of it gestating as I speak.

I have created a beautiful life around the act of creating. Paint on a canvas, friends around the table, words on a page. The by-products are happy art, joyful gatherings, and a soul fully expressed.

It’s a recipe for magic. Because when I go to that place in my brain to create, to try and describe it would be to try and tell you what a rose smells like. And I get to experience it.

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