⭐ Entry from the book
...I meditated in their temple.Full moon.
I felt it in my bones before I even stepped inside.I left an offering, sat down, breathed — and then, as always when I show up tired the temple began to speak.
I don’t need to do anything just stop talking.
Stone, smoke, the echo of prayers, the air itself — they arrange into sentences meant for me. I received a clear directive for my work.I didn’t follow. Now I see how big of a mistake that was. Today it came again.Clear.Undeniable.A direction for my work — simple and exact, the kind the body recognizes as truth.
And another direction, the one I didn’t want to admit to myself.