I find it more than a little funny that this is timed with my questioning the idea of luck, everything happening for a reason and officially putting my call into the universe that I'm "ready".
Just another omen I've stumbled along in the string of magic events I've had unraveling before me the last week:
I will explain more soon, I really will. I will tell you everything and I won't be so mysterious here!
Right now my journal and my sweetheart are the first and only to know.
Ever since "Persian Quarter", Rumi really does seem to be in all...and everywhere... ;)
“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
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