Tee ees - the road ahead

Realizations shape life, shape the path. Show you how far off you may have been.. show you where you're headed. Where the õige things and people stand. The air is clearer here, the light more defined. The energy unreal, and more real than can ever be imagined.

True as ever -

Edasi..

Ots - point - geahči

I've realized that I am uneasy, sometimes exasperated with "points". Call them the peaks and valleys, a snapping point or 30-point bucks.. they instill a bit of doubt. Am I putting in enough effort to re-route or maintain the direction of things? Is it all just cycling and therefore I need not worry about effort? Obviously when things are at a higher point or a peak, it feels like the right time to allow things to soar as they will, to not overextend my efforts so as to not be an obstacle to natural growth or inadvertently re-route the momentum of the moment. When they are lower, down in a sort of rut, then there is that feeling of inadequate exertion in an opaque cocktail with the glimmering suspect that a turn-around is straight ahead. You never really know whether you are just running against a wall until you either break through or stumble across it. How much of that are you responsible for? Not running means a static state, which in principle leads nowhere. Though I wonder what can be found in 'nowhere'..

Head down and shoulders locked or shake it off and face the sky?

Simply searching for the arc. Best place to look is straight ahead, I suppose.

Edasi..

Rmmffhfhfh.

I don't often read horoscopes. Specifically, only when I have the urge to scan the gems written by The Onion or when I get a free month-long newspaper subscription and the only rival to horoscopes on the back page is the weather report. Today's bit of "cosmic wisdom" caught my eye and my eyebrows.

Kuula sisehäält, kuna see võib lausa karjuda.

Listen to your inner voice, as it might outright shout.

Tähed räägivad tõtt - the stars speak the truth. Whether it is the alignment of the planets, slowly rising temperatures and increasing daylight, mild lactose intolerance or simply the confluence of all things life.. that inner voice is making a racket as of late. What language it speaks, however, often escapes me.

Edasi..