Morning bird…

by indigosparke

I wake up in paradise at 5.30 to the sounds of roosters and music being chanted somewhere in the distance.

After many months of journeying it feels like I have finally touched down to mother earth.

Space to breathe…

I open my eyes and remember where I am now…

Metaphorically and physically.

Perhaps its all the same thing.

I am no longer in Sydney or Byron or LA, I am in Bali. My restless searching soul has carried me here. Quite quickly. Things are happening quite quickly this year…

Drapped in white gentle falling cotton in the middle of a four post bed, in a large square room that is entirely windows. The same fabric falls as curtains around the room. Its simple and clean and clear. It looks out to beautiful jungly nature, lush and green.

I feel like Im sitting in my own head looking out at the world Im manifesting.

The faint smell of smoke on the warm breeze reminds me Im home, in myself, grounded in my being, in the right place and excited for change.

I am not standing on the cliff or falling into some big enveloping hole. Im floating calming through lessons in space…

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