Trust your intuition
Ahhhhh… the morning felt like spring had quietly arrived. Soft pastel colors brushed the sky and warmer air wrapped around the shoreline.
The flock was already gathered at the edge of the ocean when I arrived, as if they knew something magical was about to unfold. A delicate sliver of moon lingered overhead, soaking up the pink pre-dawn glow.
When the sun rose as a giant golden ball, everything shifted. The flock got the zoomies — darting off and back again, silhouetted against the glowing sky as if play itself had been switched on.
They said, “Be open to spontaneous action. We trust our bird intuition to tell us when to rest and when to leap. You have the same skill — it’s simply a matter of tuning inward.”
Wishing you a beautiful day friends!
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