Gabrielle Ho­sein

Every­body knows that feel­ing when every­thing comes to­geth­er. You can't ex­plain what clicks, but you know when it hap­pens. You lift off like you have wide, sure wings and they are in con­trol, and all that ex­ists is this mo­ment when you are not even touch­ing ground. Some­how.

Right then, there is no doubt that each thing that hap­pened had to, with the ex­act tim­ing and or­der as it oc­curred, or else the mag­ic of con­flu­ence and con­se­quence would nev­er have swept you off your feet. Such a mo­ment of tran­scen­dence can't be pre­dict­ed, planned or pre­tend­ed, though you can con­sci­en­tious­ly pre­pare.

What got me here? I had been won­der­ing about a way ahead and was un­able to force the process. I learned that my brain couldn't dom­i­nate it.

Turns out, the next step is on­ly lighter than air when mind, heart, body and spir­it come of their own free will to the cross­road and, with­out too much di­a­logue, all turn to­ward the same di­rec­tion, feel­ing ready, know­ing what is right.