hmm

My mother is yelling at me to post. I just never know what to say-I'm not all poignant like y'all.
Hmmm...I guess I feel like I am finally coming into my own...again.
I feel that familiar fire burning again...that one that makes me realize that I am an actual soul and daughter of the divine...a rather vague sense of purpose.
I believe in fairies and God and magic and love at first sight and soulmates and that the ocean is in love with the moon. You stand by the ocean and you see the waves so devoted, so constant and reassuring-yet so passionate.
I love glitter and art and beauty and the rush of a boy whispering in your ear. The feeling of pure magic lifting you...
I think that's what the soul is-an ocean of knowing with the glitter of omnipresent wonder sprinkled over it. Is it not glorious we get to feel both?
A wise woman once said those are our sixth and seventh senses.
And I am very sensual.