The luck of the Irish was certainly upon me yesterday as I exercised my gift of gab. Glad to have kissed the Blarney Stone when I traveled to the motherland. Making use of that blessing in my words as I speak and write, I followed my coach into true inspiration.
I generally resist the movement of the crowds, as I do my independent research. Instead, I broke that pattern and joined the group my coach suggested. Inspiration moves me.
When’s the last time you were inspired? What pattern might you need to break to open up to the possibility? Ki to Happiness feels the lift like when the spotter at the Blarney Stone brought me back up from the backbend kiss.