Today is a day of tears and water. So fair warning, as befits the season of the eclipse, it's about to get real REAL up in here. I've no stunning news, not anything I'd immediately qualify as life altering. Yet that's the interesting thing, isn't it. The most critically transitional moments in life aren't usually the ones you think they are. They are not, as most dramatic formats would have us believe, the times when we finally win the prize, or reach a goal, or get the girl/boy.
No. In fact, most actual points of transition are strangely humble moments, often private or even if shared, only obvious to the person it's most relevant to. Likely not even conscious. More a shadow we can't ignore, a prescience we feel but can't prove, a yet untold story already living in us, pulsing to unfold. We just "know" without reason and justification, that we are at a point of change - comfort and knowledge be damned, and direction? That comes later, and even then, the steps aren't always forward. Or so immediately comforting.
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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