The solar eclipse is passed, the moon is shifting into its waxing phase, and I am shedding my skin of a past that I have outgrown.

To the tune of lofi and chill, I find myself needing to refresh my space; reorganize my books; schedule my life…

Maybe not schedule my life, though.

My grandmother always said I was whimsical.

And whimsical is how I shall remain I think.

If I feel the urge to, of course…

Reminds me of the Cheshire Cat in all his whimsy.

He knew what was going on the entire time, you know.

The ultimate observer;

the Cheshire Cat is God.

Not god in the religious sense in which we inflate our own mortal egos and make ourselves omnipotent.

No. That is not the God I speak of but God in the truest sense of source.