SPOOLS OF FATE
“Even if you only come out with one beautiful sentence in the end, it’s okay.”
When you are lost, make something with your hands.
Let the angels speak through your voice.
Smile at someone you may never see again.
Bless your food like it is the last bite you may ever take.
Feel the Earth support your every step.
Gaze out across the sunset horizon, then look into the mirror.
Listen to music that chills your skin and write what feels right.
Voraciously start and finish every project that you begin.
Only, if it stirs that Grand calling whose secretly wanting you too.
Want with all your heart.
Do with all your might.
Channeling fire into blistering action.
Smelting hesitation until all that glitters is you.
Malleable, always malleable.
Do not hesitate to begin, for it is the only path to ending.
Ending of something beautiful, something true, for you.
Fear is anticipation for how ends may end.
Confidence is surrender for how beginnings begin.
Though the spools of fate take time to unwind, calm your mind.
Something precious is coming, oh yes.
Pillars beneath you, eternally immovable.
As a Russian man once told me on a snow speckled afternoon;
“Even if you only come out with one beautiful sentence in the end, it’s okay.”
Indeed my friend, it’s okay.