Once in a while, on days like this with that gentle autumn sun and the breeze caressing the leaves on the trees, I am overcome by a sense of melancholic longing. It is then that the chattering of a lone magpie takes me on a trip down memory lane, back to the late 70s in Canberra, Australia. Back to the days with my dog Rover.
Does this sound familiar? Despite all of your ideas, you just can’t transform them into something more concrete. You have all of these fantastic dreams, and still you don’t get round to fulfilling them. I know, I’ve been there too, and it wasn’t till about a year ago that I began to experience some serious flow, meaning I’m actually manifesting what I create. This came about because I have faith in my divine guidance. Through this I give my all in everything I do, and I work with what I am given.