Remember last year I was navigating in quantum pea-soup fog? Negotiating peace with my inner abundance conflicts, while in a place of apparent lack?
This month I stepped through a doorway and after so many years blind, the fog vanished. The landscape thus revealed sprung to my eye with such clarity that I realised I've not seen the path this clearly for more than a decade.
The door was as unexpected and foreign as if I had walked through a paddock full of sheep and just happened upon it standing in its frame, alone in the middle of the grass. How peculiar.