I can only guess how many times I walked past them. They sat on my kitchen counter, in the corner, pressed up against my basket of essential oils. I am sure that I ran my eyes across them a million and one times, but I never saw them. I mean, I saw them, but I never SAW them.

As the water poured from the mason jar into the essential oil diffuser, I smiled. I believe in everyday magick. All day. Every day. I believe in doing things with intention and being purposeful.

It just doesn’t work like that. I can’t unsee you. I can’t unfeel your energy. I can’t find alignment where there isn’t.

I turned the water all the way to hot. I have always loved my showers really hot. I pulled the elastic from my hair and stepped into the shower.

“Don’t wash your hair” she yelled from the doorway.

Right, I thought to myself. I can perseverate in a place of needing to understand, or I can accept and move forward. My life wasn’t meant to be fitting in, I couldn’t do my life's work and also fit it.

I stared at her through the zoom screen, wishing that there was not so much space between us. We were talking about the area that she was staying in, Miami.

My left foot slid easily and comfortably over my right. It has rested there a million times, maybe a million and one. It has happened so many times that I didn’t even think twice about it.

It was the morning after he had died. I felt numb. I knew it was exactly how he would have picked to go and for that I felt grateful.

. Immediately, the solar plexus singing bowl began to work effectively. I smiled at her as she gently cried and began the healing process.

I realized just how good it felt to sit in my kitchen. I closed my eyes and focused on what the energy felt like. I felt a sense of peace and felt well supported in that space.