It’s a bit of what it feels, dear Ones, when we listen; listen deeply.

A something running underground, another layer which is not going in the same direction as what we see on the surface.

The image that came to mind is that of two conveyors, one running under the other, in opposite direction.

There is a cleansing movement deeply attached to the year we are completing; and there is something else, more subtle, inconspicuous. A something that will bloom in a different time period; in the not-so-distant future.

Perhaps someone needs to help you put your finger on it, as a friend of mine did two days ago.

I was giving her some details about a tragic event that took place in Africa almost fifty-nine years ago—a plane crash.

I then wrote,

“That being said, it has been a while and it is time to open/pursue a new chapter.”

She responded with a question that took me by surprise.

“Did you mean this in regard to the book, the subject matter or your life? :)”

Come to reflect on it, I realized that what I wrote also applies to my life. Even perhaps ‘primarily.’

Did I say inconspicuous?

Happy newness, dear Ones!