Resurrection
Doesn’t feel like Easter.
Doesn’t feel like much of anything, really.
I saw a photo from this day last year. And it reminded me of the day before this day.
And THAT reminded me how different it all is now.
I liked everything the way it was.
But at some point, I wanted different.
Boy, did I get it.
That’s the opportunity and challenge with being “a good little manifester,” as my coven leader calls me.
I say it; it happens.
I’m going to go manifest a good brunch now.