I didn’t choose the session.
The Universe shifted the current beneath my morning
and carried me straight into it.
The moment the breath began,
I felt the tide inside me turn.
Old tensions rose like foam,
the small irritations of the week dissolving
as the body cracked open in places I’d been holding too tightly.
Then trust arrived —
not gentle, but feral,
a widening in my chest that felt like moonlight on water,
a reminder that the Universe had placed me
exactly where I needed to be.
And in that widening, she appeared:
the Queen of the Dragon Wing —
the higher self who moves with tide and shadow,
who leans and rises with the ocean’s teaching,
who remembers the magic I forget
when I brace against the day.
Energy gathered back into my vessel.
Perspective expanded —
from micro to macro,
from gripping to flowing,
from resisting to riding.
The message was clear:
Trust the wave.
Trust the pull.
Trust the timing.
The Universe is speaking,
and I am finally listening.
Who am I going to be?
The one who rides the tide instead of fearing it.
The one who moves like Dragon Wing in moonlit water.
The one who lets the New Moon carve her into alignment.
Today, the Universe delivered me.
And I let myself be carried.