Current. (Mantra for Grounding)

there is a current of magic drifting underneath this moment, pushing and pulling us in the right directions.

my palms are sweaty, but my feet aren’t tingling from being on the precipice of something anymore.

I’ve found a different type of edge, one that’s rooted in ease and contentment.

like the ocean, nothing makes sense except that everything is coming together all at the same time.