How many great books, 

works of art, 

magnificent creations,

 have never been humanifest 

because of the power of fear, 

because we have hidden our voice under a bushel of doubt and shame?

I need to give my brain drips a home

I invite you to imagine yourself at your highest, fullest, and deepest this week...

What lives inside of you that are longing to be expressed?

What chaotic magnificence lives in your soul-bones?

What path is calling out to you from below your daily habits and adaptations?

Where does your deepest, truest self want you to walk next?

ps/smoh