cailie clearwater, d6 {cbd2}

There’s a method in the madness, I’ve been learning. There’s a book that’s been thumbed to the ends of the earth, words traced so many times the ink has long faded from the pages in places. Three ancient coins kept in a red silk bag. The yarrow sticks drying on the window sill in the kitchen, absorbing the energy of sun and wind and rain. This takes time, as with all that is good and patient. It is a beautiful thing.

It’s hard to explain, but I think that’s the point. It’s a feeling, and yet so much more than. Intuition, festering beneath the skin of my palms, in the grooves of my fingernails. The soles of my ashen feet felt the power in my blood and brought me here. It is a gift to belong.

You don’t have to believe in the magic. I won’t waste my time trying to convert sceptics. But one thing you should know is it’s so much simpler than you think.

The universe boils down to two simple truths; this is what I preach, guiding lost souls to learn.

Everything is constantly changing.

Nothing is unchangeable.

And this is where we find our inner peace.