Pen to Paper.
Words by Jitro Timbang
Even for a brief moment, the shine of the sun peaks through. Thunders and lightnings have all that’s been, but today, I prepare to leap through.
A moment in the sun is sufficient enough for my roots to be energized; from my skin to my lungs, I feel revitalized. No matter the outcome of what’s to come, I spearhead with the intention to play and grow — this is a moment that’ll always keep me humble more than you know.
This part was written at 1:53pm, August 18th, 2024 — what’s happened between now and then?
3:23pm: I know that everything, too, shall pass. The gifts that come with challenges, and the challenges that give gifts — I see them as opportunities to celebrate rebirths. My intuition assures me I have the support, love, and gifts to be guided into abundance. I believe. I celebrate the lessons to keep me going. Until the very end, I will shine light to shadows and corners that need me. This is my gift, and I hope you receive it with a welcoming soul.
11:55pm: Oh, my soul.
August 18th, 2024 — 11:56pm.
