Energies have been chaotic the last few weeks, and in response I see that I’m not the only one who has gone fairly quiet over the last week or two. We’re seemingly in a reset period that feels like a pancake being flipped on a grill—one side is already well-cooked, but the other has to brown up a bit before it’s totally done.
Completeness occurs when both sides are equally cooked creating a metamorphosis of sorts—when the original substance has gone from an unpalatable, liquid batter to a more consumable, cake-like texture.
Can’t say that I personally feel like cake yet, but I don’t exactly feel like batter anymore either.
This energetic metamorphosis is happening not just to me—but to all of us—a maturation in some ways—a ripening of previous rawness in others.
I’m not even sure what it means to the world around us other than it feels like prime delectability time is fast approaching, …so get that syrup on the table.
We’ll soon be serving a stack of delicious flapjacks hot from the grill.