Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Eighty-Nine
Bird chatter.
Thin layer of fog over the course and the first light of the day.
I decide to let my intuition guide me. I find the saucepan, bring the water to a boil, start to whisk in the discs of cacao.
Word spill out onto the pages of my journal.
Time has slowed down.
He points out a gigantic moth on the back door, says he wonders if there is some kind of meaning. Meaning can be found in everything.
I don’t do bad behavior. And maybe this is why I am also not cut out for hospitality. “You can do that?” she asks. “Yes. Because I don’t do business with people who are disrespectful of my time.
Too hot. Must change clothes and refresh for dinner.
I tell the team that this group is good vibes, really chill. It will be an easy night.
In his message, he says to remember that divine feminine as I navigate the next transition.
