I am writing from my garden on a new sun lounge with the neighbour’s cat Mooki nestled in the sand by the fence, dozing and then waking suddenly to lick its brown furry chest.
I could learn a lot from Mooki.
Already I am.
She came when we were so unwell on Sunday from our second Pfizer dose and snuggled between us under the covers, one paw in my face, the other with a nail into his back, purring happily.
Despite and because of that, we loved it.
I’ve talked enough and heard enough about manifesting now.
It always happens like this.
As part of the process.
You do the work, get the mind aligned, feel the emotions that need feeling to be released and then it’s time to forget about it.
At least that’s how it works for me.
I feel it’s time to create and dwell on art, culture and creativity again.
This is why I love books, movies, shows, exhibitions, museums, dinners, socialising, walking the city, traveling, exploring, exercising, cycling, hiking, swimming in the ocean, staycationing, renovating or just being at home so.
Mooki is enjoying her spot in the shade under the sun lounge across now, licking furiously.
It’s time to return to life again.
