The recitation of a daimonic verse dissolves archaic karmic patternings. Find your favorite hiding place, lie across the back of the couch, and trust that you have always been perfect, just as you are. The ocean floor would like you to know that if you see a tiny star in the sky blinking at you, it’s probably Vega. The sun rises every day.
Today: the color of the inside of a conch shell, pink sapphire, music in the key of G, the scent of patchouli, and the graceful dance of honeysuckle fuchsia.