A well crafted plan, then Shifty Time got involved, and the plan was once again eroded into the finest and most malleable of substances. I say again because I've carried many plans, only to see them, turned into dust, as Life does its thing, prods and tests the validity, the resolve, of my aim. Then, perhaps finding my stance, my vision, too rigid, turns to the alchemist within, and suggests with a knowing nod that he feeds the fire churning beneath the cauldron of Manifestations, while stirring me, body, mind, soul and spirit, into a whirling soup of probabilities. Thus, the dance begins once again -as for the steps... well we make them up as we go.
Be well, and be inspired.
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