Chapter 76: Dear Meraki

You were my friend, ever so briefly. A defo soul-spirity connection, a woo-woo being who the second I laid eyes on, felt like I had always known you. Admired you.

One of those gentle gems that draws all to your light. It’s impossible not to be drawn in. You radiate – from within to without. Gorgeous, kind, stunning, intriguing.

A mentor for the ages.

A lovely twist that my Mum visited one day to buy a gift for her dear friend, but there was a postponement of sorts and the gift-giving opportunity missed.

So she gave her offering to me.

Incense.

A ritual I had once done every day, lost – had again made its way back into my life via dance. I adored it.

With my new writing habit I wanted to create a space that was unique to me and re-introduced this as my own ritual to clear, create and not just mask a smelly room.

I lit one of your sticks and fell in love. My clove burning immediately felt so harsh and overpowering compared to the subtle air yours created. It was light, lovely… clean.

So I burned with abandon, never reading the box or the name of this gift – until today.

ZEPHYR

HAND ROLLED INCENSE CREATES AN ENCHANTING SOURCE OF CONSCIOUSNESS. BURN TO PROMOTE SOFT, GENTLE, CALMING BREEZES FOR YOUR SCARED SPACES.

Even with the typo I was impressed. To finally read the actual meaning behind the product when I have literally been hiding, scared in my very un-sacred, isolated, fear-fueled space – was fitting.

I burnt all 19 sticks save one and today I rediscovered it. I save it for the day I finally hit the dreaded button I put off for nearly 2 years –

PUBLISH

Your angelic energy was here with me throughout this journey and now, will be here at the end when courage, strength and belief is what I need most.

As I look out on our deck at the fairy garden you created with my daughter (now a re-purposed bird bath) and recall your brief involvement in my life, I thank you for entering and being someone I admire, respect and revere. Just writing this post makes me feel the joy and light of you.

Today – I light my old clove sticks and all the thoughts, power, self-love and belief I had when I begun my journey last year – came flooding back. This book sent me down a few dark turns and with one flick of the lighter I am starting to remember what it was all about and more importantly – who I am all about.

If a shitty $2 stick from our local grocer can drag out that level of good stuff – imagine the powerful manifesting goodness yours will create!

I cannot wait to light the final stick and step through the next doorway.

Meraki.

Such a light.

Truly.

Thank you.

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