Sometimes I sit down and just blog to myself.

I try out a little story.

Like an enchantment, or an encouragement.

I taste the words that medicate the moment.

Reassurance.

Self-soothing.

You’re fine.

This is where you ought to be.

Here is where you couldn’t not be.

Life is doing you, thinking you, guiding you.

Every second, every step, every little itch.

You couldn’t have been someplace else, doing something else.

This is perfect, absolutely brilliant, and it always is, in the grand scheme, in the big picture.

Nothing to worry about, and if there’s worry: that’s not even you.

Feeling bad?

Feeling lost?

Couldn’t be anything else, WILL be something different, soon.

You’re nothing but pure awareness, ultimate creation, life dreaming itself through the eyes of a person.

You’re serving life, right now.

And you’re never not that.

Most of the time I just sit there and bask in the feeling of the words and the deeper meaning.

Sometimes I post it.

It’s like that.

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