I returned to reading my beloved Rumi. His magic inspires my words. Sometimes I become unintelligible, like him. I’ll save that for poetry time.
This morning, my cats came in at 330. They walked all over me. That’s how I am with my higher self. When I need to return to source, I don’t care what time of day or night. I pounce on that which feeds and nurtures. Insistent, this Love cat gets what is needed.
Who do you read repeatedly? Where do you turn to connect to source? Ki to Happiness purrs with Rumi and yoga.