How the best solve . . . everything

Months if not years from now we’ll be comparing notes about what we did during covid.

It will be a variation on How I Spent My Summer Vacation. Only this will be a more somber version, especially for those of us whose livelihoods were threatened, whose lives were put in danger — even for those who wondered, Good God how am I going to survive being pent up with these people!

It will have been more than a year in which the entire world had to decide was worth doing and what wasn’t. We all had to figure out how to worm our way through the new constraints.

Most of our covid projects were private, personal. But some were designed to be shared.

Like this one.

The text was mostly written when covid lockdowns began. In reality it was the editing, revising, tweaking, design and layout stages that were incubated during the pandemic.

But how timely! My own outdoors time shot up threefold.

I’m excited to share this with you — the official debut.

Click on the title to check out my new bookito:

It Is Solved By Walking
How World-Class Creators Solve Life

. . . . . . .

I think you’ll enjoy it, for these reasons:

— It’s short (a bookito : -)

— Stories abound, mine and others, some famous, some not — some of them amusing, all of them intriguing

— As one reviewer pointed out, it takes you to unexpected places. To small art towns, to spiritual sojourns, to where the 20th century really began

— You’ll get to walk with giants: world-class thinkers and doers who’ve had paradigm-shifting epiphanies while out for a walk

— You’ll meet up with everyday people for whom a daily outing is a delightful release valve

— You’ll find out why a simple walk has been the most common method for thousands of years to produce ideas, insights, and solutions to vexing issues

— There’s even a wee section extolling the physical benefits, cuz there’s some fascinating science there

For the creatively adventurous and the spiritually seeking, this bookito is for you.

Most of all, I think you’ll enjoy the read : -)

Here’s the link again so you don’t have to scroll ALL the way back up — check it out:

It Is Solved By Walking
How World-Class Creators Solve Life

Sun thru overhead palms

Pattern interruption: In art as in life

Sun thru overhead palms

We’ll remember this time of coronavirus better than most of our birthdays.

We weirdly and fondly recall physical challenges, though usually only long after we’ve overcome them.

How many times have you heard someone tell the story of a broken leg, an accident or even a minor mishap with a glint in their eyes. I know I tell those stories.

Our son does too. A physical lad, he likes to keep count of all the traumas visited upon his body.

Back of his head gashed open after being thrown on a bed in fun. Who knew he’d bounce so far?!

(That was his Mom, not me : -)

Two broken arms by the time he was five.

Smashed testicles, enough to concern the doctor about his potential to sire children — from an overexuberant leap onto a karate-kicking friend.

And about twenty-some-odd more events that hurt oh so much at the time but are now life stories to be shared.

Every time pop music becomes too treacly, something jarring comes along: rock, punk, grunge, rap.

Think of the art that stuck in your head. It took you somewhere unexpected. It started as one thing, then veered.

Hey Jude


The Tropic of Cancer

Les Demoiselles d’Avignon

Great work establishes a pattern — then breaks it.

It’s the same with work habits. The great ones develop deep focused routines interrupted by explorations in other directions after exhaustion sets in.

Einstein played the violin, taking it with him in his travels.

Darwin, Jung, Freud, Mahler, O’Keeffe, Jobs, Hemingway and thousands more took long walks.

I suspect for Wilt Chamberlin it was sex.

Patterns work for us. From cosmic explosion to matter clumping together to stars and planets to night and day to the routines that sustain us, our existence is enabled by a richly interwoven set of patterns.

Pattern disruption can work for us too.

Without an asteroid to finish off the dinosaurs, almost certainly humankind would not have come into existence.

That’s pattern interruption on such a massive scale it set new life forms into motion. New patterns emerged on our planet as dominant patterns were disrupted.

Michel de Montaigne refined the essay — a new written-word form he invented — during a plague. As life was interrupted, he dove more deeply into what mattered to him most.

Miguel de Cervantes had the idea for Don Quixote — the first modern novel — while in debtors prison, a life interrupter if there ever was one.

More millionaires came out of the Great Depression than any previous time in America.

Coronavirus is the great pattern interrupter of our era.

How will you use it?


Beam this: Best practice for eliminating fear

During a time when I thought we might go bankrupt, I ended up on my knees, arms flung back, head cocked up toward the heavens, beaming love and affection from my heart center.

Somehow I stumbled on the perfect solution to anxiety, to fear. It’s so simple.

You just take that snarly feeling inside and transmute it for others.

You use those feelings of despair as a catapult. Fear and despair are intense emotions — ones you can transform powerfully.

You simply feel them as real and as alive as you can — then ask your greater power to convert that intense energy into its opposite — for others!

You will feel some kind of volcanic force coursing through you.

I would blast it into the night sky toward space, imagining it bouncing like radio waves off the ionosphere, shooting to anyone everyone who might need it.

That’s how you do it. You blast love and transcendence to those in need.

Beam love, health and thriving to whomever needs it. 

Be indiscriminate in intent — it’s for anyone in the world who could use a dose of soothing energy.


Note: Your mystic mission

You know what I’m talking about.

There’s something pulsing inside. It surfaces in the in between moments. Between one thing and another — let’s say you’re driving — even better, let’s say you’re on a favorite walk — nay, even betterer — you’re waking from a nap!

There it is — this something beckoning you to deepen your work. To deepen the way you experience your days.

Only you can suss it out. Maybe in a heart-to-heart with a trusted friend.

Maybe you pull out a notebook and just let it fly — whatever words spill out jumbled crumbled bumbled best, whatever whichever however they fall onto the page they will reveal what life’s asking of you.

Which is to live Turned On.

How do you start?

Turning off your devices is one way . . . then cocking your head to the side and really listening. The kind of listening that feels more like searching. As if you’re straining to hear the call of a loved one far off.

All you want is an indication from your true self on how to proceed.

That something pulsing inside you awaits one thing, a sincere invitation. If you ask in earnest, then listen as if for a whisper a room away, it will surface.

. . . . .

Could it be your mystic mission?
That summoning
you feel inside?


For insights and stories on the connected creative life, check out these bookitos:

The Creative Morning Challenge

Burn Baby Burn: Spark The Creative Spirit Within





Note: Feel the vitality

A micro challenge I’m taking on this week takes but a moment — albeit many times a day.

As I leave one activity to switch to another, I’m challenging myself to a caesura — a musical term signifying a pause — a break in the notes for silence — for but a moment.

In this moment I’m tasking myself with focusing for the merest sliver of time to define what I want from the next action.

Most often it’s to inject love energy into what I’m about to undertake. That’s my default.

Every time I do this I feel this twinge of vitality coursing from within, surging.



Shooting forth love energy…

Or an intention…

Or a micro-visualization of how I’d like the action to flow…

Wow, who would have thought … Pausing gathers energy!

That you can spend indulgently.

Until your next pause.

. . . . .

— Feel the vitality coursing through you —


For insights and stories on the connected creative life, check out these bookitos:

The Creative Morning Challenge

Burn Baby Burn: Spark The Creative Spirit Within





It’s easier than ever to follow the signs


It’s easier than ever to put a question out there and get answers.

If it’s a meaningful personal yearning, don’t google it. Just ask it. And then be attentive.

One of my favorites is how DavidPaul Doyle would center himself each morning, ask a question, then go about his day.

Inevitably he would hear the answer! From someone in his day. It might be a snippet of conversation overheard. It might be a phrase someone uttered while talking to him about something unrelated. It could even be from the radio, TV, a song playing in the background while driving or some other source . . . . but answers would come.

I get a kick out of soul nudges — messages that pop up throughout my meanderings — subtle communications that infuse positivity. They often act as a reminder — you know, to settle down and abide in the general well being that pervades most moments.

These messages speak to my better self. They coax me back to sanity when my mind is scampering amok.

Like the above bumper sticker.

Or when I looked for signs of love on the road . . .

They’re everywhere, these signals to your highest best you.




Meditation junkie: Mollie Player interviews me in her latest book

Mollie Player has a way of drawing out stories you don’t expect to reveal, insights you didn’t know you had.

Check out this in-depth interview below, from Mollie Player’s book The Power of Acceptance: One Year of Mindfulness and Meditation. Woven into the narrative in The Power of Acceptance are interviews with six long-time meditators. Each has a strikingly unique perspective to share. I’m honored to be one of them.

She’s been one of my favorite writers ever since I read You’re Getting Closer: One Year of Finding God and a Few Good Friends.

Before that even.

A few years ago we stumbled across each other’s websites somehow — you know how it is in the Internet Era, you’re never quite sure how you wormed your way to where you landed. However it happened, whoever found the other first, no importa! What matters is I found a soul compadre. A female inverse doppelganger of sorts.

What Mollie does exceptionally well is distill her esoteric searching into human-shaped vignettes that pull you in. She is real. You sense her quirky as clearly as you feel her relentless seeking.

Whatever situation she’s in, she pulls you into the reality of it — while deftly sweeping you up in her greater purpose.

Enjoy the interview . . .


For twenty years, Evan Griffith and his wife have owned and operated a sizable art gallery in Palm Beach County, Florida. Evan is the consummate artist: deep thinking, profound, highly excitable, and just the right amount crazy.

Author of Burn, Baby, Burn: Spark the Creative Spirit Within, he’s also a talented writer. His blog, The World Is Freaky Beautiful [now Notes For Creators] is a passionate exploration of the intersection of creativity and divinity.

Here are his answers to my questions.

How long have you been practicing meditation? What was your first experience of meditation like?

In my teens in the ‘70s, my very conservative yet searching Christian mom brought me to a yoga class that ended with meditation. Later in high school and college I sporadically experimented with meditation.

By my senior year I became so enamored with the possibilities that I created an independent study course in Human Potential with a friend — approved by the college! — that focused heavily on exploring different types of meditation, yoga, guided imagery, affirmations, New Thought books, sleep experiments and more.

It sounds so normal now, but it felt daring at the time, a little less than four decades ago.

The most memorable early meditation I can recall was with a candle—simply focusing on the flickering flame. We were high so it really doesn’t count. But it intrigued me enough to want to try it in a normal state of mind. Once I did so, mind-altering substances utterly lost their appeal. To me it was the difference between a sloppy beer-party tryst and falling in love. Deep, life-long, love.

What made you continue to meditate?

From my earliest meditation attempts in college, I took to it right away. Even while experimenting with different forms of meditation, I felt profoundly at home in the process. From then on, meditation was a part of my life—though I didn’t develop an ironclad daily meditation process until many years later, after an intense spiritual experience.

What is meditation to you?

Single-pointed stillness.

More specifically: An enveloping shift sparked by single-pointed attention in silent stillness.

You start with you and your little mind silent and focused, and when it goes well you spring through a cosmic bliss portal.

Describe for me your meditation practice. Do you focus on a thought or image, or just not think at all?

My favorite practice is what I call love zazen. In zazen you sit comfortably and attentively. As thoughts come, you notice them, then let them go.

My method is similar: First, you sit quietly and comfortably, engendering a feeling of love or appreciation in yourself. This becomes quite easy once you get the hang of it.

If you’re having difficulty with it, though, conjure up someone you adore. Or something you relish doing. Or a favorite place, a treasured memory, or an experience charged with affection. Focus on that person or experience until you feel washed in appreciation or love.

Then focus on the sensation, and let go of the image that sparked it.

Next, begin to observe your thoughts. One by one, notice them, then consciously fill them with the love you’re feeling.

Often thoughts of things you’re keenly grateful for will come up. Love and appreciate them. If a thought about some difficulty in your life arises, let your loving appreciation sensation surround it, too. Find something to appreciate about that difficulty. Appreciate the hell out of it!

As you do this, whatever rises up in your thoughts will whisper away, and you’ll be left with just the loving appreciation sensation. I swear by the moons of Jupiter that I’ve resolved more issues this way than by any other method. If I miss a day of this practice, I miss it in the way you miss a person; I’m actually sad about it.

Another favorite meditation of mine is a listening meditation — simply sitting comfortably erect, and listening. You become attentive to the sounds surrounding you, as well as the sounds and feelings within you.

If you’re out in nature you might hear a brook, birds, a dog barking, squirrels skittering along tree branches, wind picking up and dying down, blowing through and around what surrounds you.

If you’re in a more urban environment, you’ll hear cars and people and snatches of conversation. You’ll hear sirens or music or doors or creaking.

I’ve practiced this in New York City on Ninth Avenue with jackhammers going — it still works. After a while you’ll start hearing the beat of your heart and the coursing of blood through parts of your body. A little while longer and you’ll swear to God that all the sounds are being orchestrated together. You begin to feel part of a great symphonic movement that is being played through all the elements of Earth.

Is there a learning process to meditation?

Yes! It’s primarily learning to relax into the process. And learning that sitting in silence for five or twenty minutes — whatever your commitment — is meditation. Regardless of outcome.

Many people think they’re doing it wrong … they’re not.

Sitting softly erect, going calm, slowing your breathing down, focusing on the method you’ve chosen is all it is. Even when you feel unfocused much of the time. With practice, the pauses in between mind sparks become longer, more sensuous. You begin to feel the space between your thoughts … and it’s voluptuous. Rapturous even.

In time that spaciousness envelops even your thoughts. It’s a loving saturation that comes to permeate the entirety of your being. Soul, mind, body, the external world … they all meld into that loving, saturated emptiness.

I use the term emptiness because that space is devoid of markers. It’s a complete absence of all the things we normally associate with existence. And yet emptiness doesn’t do it justice. Because it’s also dense with life energy.

What might you tell a new meditator to help them through the first part of the learning process?

I would tell them to take it easy. Flubbing it is meditation!

Pick whatever method feels natural to you and go for it. Fifteen minutes of Internet research will reveal at least fifteen different methods. There’s no wrong way to evolve your way through your meditation practice. Try as many methods as you need.

You’ll find yourself coming back to one or two favorites. That’s your cue. Explore those that intrigue you most.

Have you ever experienced a healing through meditation, bodily or otherwise? Can you tell me about it?

I’ve experienced many healings that I associate with meditation — bodily, financially, creatively, relationally. I even credit it with helping me find my life partner.

The first time I realized meditation could be used for healing was while reading a magazine. I think it was a yoga magazine, or Oprah’s magazine — something with a cool spiritual slant.

There was a brief article about how meditators could stop headaches.

Immediately, I sat up a little straighter.

I’m a meditator! I thought. Why can’t I do this?

I decided to try their simple process: After my first inkling that a headache was coming on, I stopped everything and got into a meditative space. After going deeply into my meditation, I brought my conscious awareness into, rather than away from, the point of pain.

Then I visualized conduits and pipes running through the area of pain with pressure building up in them. Then I imagined myself turning a valve to off gas the pressure, releasing the tension, releasing the pain.

The very first time I tried this, it worked! Maybe only a month or two into experimenting with this game I never had a headache again.

Techniques like these are counterintuitive. We’re always shrinking from pain. We unconsciously tighten up around the pain points, in an attempt to block them. But meditators — people with sufficient practice accessing that deep state of consciousness where reality plays out fluidly within the body-mind — can transform the pain with their focus.

Incidentally, I’ve described this process to a number of people over the years. I’ve never seen it work for a non-meditator.

Regarding other types of bodily healing, years ago I settled into a simple pattern whenever I would feel some kind of distress coming on: At the earliest opportunity I would drop into meditation and bathe the area with love and healing. Then that night before falling asleep, sitting in bed, I’d drop into meditation again.

At the end of my usual meditation practice I would envision healing … and then fast-forward to the morning. I’d see myself waking up and feeling wonderful—amazing—having almost forgotten that I even had an issue.

Then I’d see myself remembering the issue and smiling, thinking to myself, Oh yeah, that’s gone. Love that process. I love how things work out so freaking well when I set the intention deeply.

With this, I’d lie down and drift off to sleep.

This process has worked astoundingly well for me, to the point where I can go years without getting sick. It’s only when I get cocky about it and don’t go as earnestly deep in my visualization that I seem to have issues.

Sometimes we talk about meditation as if it’s a similar experience for all. And we now know that the same regions of our brain are activated no matter which practice we use. What do you think: how close is what one person calls being “in touch with God” to the feeling experience another has of mere “rest and relaxation”?

It’s like sex. There’s a commonality. But within that commonality there’s a widely diverse experience, from rote to ecstatic.

Belief matters, even in meditation.

Intention and expectation frame the meditative moment intensely. Once I believed it possible, asked for it, and then went into meditation allowing for a deep spiritual connection, that’s what I got. My God was it ever mind blowing. Even now, sometimes it feels as though my neural circuits are being overloaded, in the best of ways. As though my own wiring is being rewired into something better.

Do you have a particularly fond memory of a meditation experience?

Here’s a funny experience that happened with my friend Gil, who was in the independent study course with me. In a book we read by channel Jane Roberts and spiritual entity Seth we read that in a rare instance someone expands too quickly in consciousness — and then bursts out of existence. It’s as though their body was not equipped to handle the sudden energy surge.

This became a running joke with us. As in, “Watch out, I’m feeling the meditation vibe tonight; I might combust at any moment.”

Late one night we both decided to go down to the lake and sit on a berm and meditate.

That night was windy as hell. In Florida we get these intense storms, and this was the precursor to a particularly intense one. No rain yet, just wind that was whipping limbs and trees around. We settled down to meditate, but after a short while I became uneasy — wildly uneasy. It just felt off, eerie.

We were in the pitch dark, side by side just a couple of feet from each other. The wind had picked up even more. I wasn’t gripped with fear as much as foreboding, as though something terrible was about to happen.

I opened my eyes and glanced at Gil. I could only see his silhouette, but he seemed to be deep into his meditation. Not wanting to disturb him, I silently got up and headed back.

My girlfriend was in my dorm room and I spilled out how relieved I was that she’d shown up—I was that unsettled.

Maybe five or ten minutes later, Gil comes bursting into my room, flinging the door open so violently he almost destroyed it.

“Whoa, Gil, what’s wrong?” we both blurted out.

As soon as Gil could regain his breath, he huffed out: “Jesus, I thought you had combusted!”

How often does meditation feel good in the moment? How often are you itching to get out of the chair?

It always feels good to me. I drop very quickly into the meditative moment. I almost never find myself itching to stop soon — but I would certainly allow myself to do so if I were having difficulty.

I don’t set a timer or have any kind of prompt that ends a meditation session. I simply stop when it feels right. Consequently, a meditation can be just a few minutes to twenty, thirty or even forty minutes long. Most of my night meditations probably last twelve to twenty minutes.

During the day I am apt to drop into very short visualization-type meditations to suggestively pre-cast how I’d like an impending experience to turn out (a meeting, a negotiation, a conversation, an activity) or to ask for guidance or a solution to an issue.

Sometimes I may be getting away from meditation and more into asking. I guess you could call it prayer. But I see it all as part of a continuum so I rarely make those kinds of distinctions in my own mind.

What about when you’re depressed or angry or in a bad mood? Does meditation still help you feel better? How often does it help you get out of your rut? How often does it fail to do so?

Some form of meditative or contemplative or envisioning moment is my go-to method for any and all stresses. As well as all joys and triumphs and satisfactions. There’s nothing in my life that I don’t take into my practice of silence. It is that helpful.

The more I bring with me into the silence, the easier life unfolds. It’s that simple.

It is so effective a process for the turbulence that comes my way, that I know almost no other way to deal with issues. I say this with great respect for the importance of exercise, sleep, nutrition, expression and loving relationships as other pillars of a well-lived life.

I’m powerfully drawn to writing meditations as well. In fact, many days a week I write a Vision Page in the mornings. I also practice moving meditation, most commonly through walking. While driving I often speak affirmations aloud.

What’s the best thing about meditation for you?

That it is so interwoven with the rest of my life that I can take it with me wherever I go.

What are your spiritual beliefs? Are they grouped together as a recognized belief system of any kind?

I draw from many sources, Eastern and Western, contemporary and traditional. Though my beliefs align closest with New Thought spirituality, I’m open to wisdom from a wide range of paradigms.

My mother and brother are traditional Christians and I love talking to them about their experiences. But I also incorporate aspects of Hinduism, Buddhism and Daoism. I am especially drawn to contemporary spiritual voices from the last one hundred years, including channeled material. The Abraham and Esther Hicks duo is a favorite in that area.

There’s not an issue in my life that I don’t resolve first through a meditative-spiritual frame of reference.

To try to put it succinctly, this is how I view reality:

— This realm is a playground of creation.

— It is malleable, though as with any game, there are powerful guidelines.

— We come here to hone our creation power … and to play in whatever ways are most compelling to us.

— We choose to be here.

— We are souls within souls within souls within the Ultimate Soul.

— In the greater reality everything is permeable; we all ultimately overlap in soul consciousness.

— We live many lives, in many dimensions, going from adventure to adventure.

— Life is eternal and joy-seeking.

— We are growth-oriented beings.

— Our soul-minds mold our experiences, including the events and people that come into our lives, and it is our task to learn how best to do this.

— Love, generosity, creativity, exploration, appreciation, enthusiasm, kindness, compassion … when we live these highest of qualities we have the greatest well-being.

— Giving is receiving (and receiving allows others to give).

— Ultimate reality is beyond my comprehension; even so, I can grow ever more in tune with the Divine Mystery at the heart of all creation.


Excerpted from The Power of Acceptance: One Year of Mindfulness and Meditation by Mollie Player. Check it out.



Do you remember to summon?

When you begin your important work, do you remember to summon?

Do you ask for the crackling electricity of your genius to manifest through you as you work?

Do you envision greatness springing from your fingertips?

When you sit to write that legal argument do you invoke the fullness of your powers?

When you settle in to practice that presentation/talk/song/skill, do you gather the forces at your command?



As always, as ever, this post is to remind myself — in a way that will be useful for you too. Too often I rush into my work without taking that nano-moment to summon my best. Too often I come into my work scattered. Never in the history of humankind has this born good fruit. What I want to ripen grows naturally from single-pointed immersion.

I have a simple new mantra now, one that is handy for the multiplicity of endeavors we engage in a day:

Joy through me.

Genius through me.

You know this to be true. There is free-flowing jazz-sipping delight-bringing energy within that can be called forth. You can infuse it into your work, cast it outward into the product of your focus.

Whether you are going into a meeting or entering a Pilates class, you can summon your best. It’s there, waiting to be released.

Unleashing the creative spirit within is simplicity itself. It’s accomplished in a focusing moment. You activate it by request.



(Impishly delivers too. Your inner spirit is playful, devilish even.)

When I sit down fingertips at the ready on my laptop, I whisper to myself: Joy through me. Genius through me.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s aloud or in the quietude of my mind. It matters only that I am narrowing my attention to the matter at hand —

By doing this I am connecting to the essence of what I most want coursing through me as I engage in the activity before me.

You’ve seen the pitcher rotating the baseball in his hand before winding up. You’ve watched the tennis pro bounce the ball twice before tossing it aloft to serve. You’ve witnessed the chef sharpening knives–

It’s all in the service of what is to come.

The same is true for you and me. If we take a nano-moment to prepare ourselves, we can more easily access the best within us.

Summon . . .

Request . . .

Envision . . .

The clarity alone will be your bridge to the kind of work you wish to put out into the world.






Spirit feather

As is our ritual, I took the dogs outside for a pee. Me too. Sometimes I go with them. In solidarity, of course.

There, inches from my stream, lay this feather.

The light caught it magnificently. It lay there whispering on the grass, resplendent in its translucence.

I believe this: You have to follow the signs.

I’m a believer in anything that heightens my experience in this world.

Finding a feather is like receiving an invitation to soar. A white feather evokes purity, spirit. It tells you your path is opening up before you.

I share this feather with you today. Because it’s for you too.

Your path is illuminated. 

Your path is a glide path. 

You have wind beneath your wings. 

You are meant to fly; you are meant to be borne aloft. 

Step forward.

That choice you’re confronted with? Make it. You are supported.



All these wishes are for you

Today I spoke with an acquaintance I hadn’t seen in awhile. He’s been going through something horrific. It all came spilling out —

All he needed was someone not involved to care.

The details are too intensely personal to share here, but anyone who’s had to quit their life to care for a loved one in freefall knows this kind of agony . . .

Today I’d like to ask all of you who are doing alright to send a wish to those who aren’t.

Just take a moment, imagine the very best for those who need it.

Throw your beautiful, vibrant, healing energy into the divine wind — so that it may blow a little stronger for those who feel unmoored right now.

Some of you are going through turmoil.

If you are in difficulty and you are reading this now, these wishes are for you. From people you don’t know, people who care.

You are supported. You might feel the tiniest ping . . . and then another . . . . These are messages of light coming to buoy you up.

Accept them, embrace them, let them stir something unvanquishable inside. Let these light bursts pierce your darkness. Let them rekindle your own light. The light that’s been covered.

It’s there. You are more than you know. Let the unknowable more take residence inside you, let it glow.

Someday soon you will be the one . . .






extending a hand

extending a thought

For now, take these thoughts, these wishes, these soul offerings —

And watch . . . something will turn.


Something will pivot.


Your mission will become clear to you.


Your experience will be illuminated with meaning.


All these wishes are for you — hoard them for now — release them to others when you’re overflowing once more —