bhag

I’m getting myself a bhag.

It’s going to be lovely and shiny and a bit smelly and definitely very scary. I am going to be sucked into the gloopy sea, pop around the fizzing stars, bump into flame red Florence on the dewy, messy Stone Circle and bump along on the hot coals of the deep underbelly.

It’s going to be filled with answers, questions, magic, rage, mystery, wonderment, power and dreams. It’s going to smell of honey-suckle and frankincense and sizzling garlic and warm sun-kissed skin. There’ll be clanging bells, weeping angels, wooping whistles, love and friends.

It’s my big, hairy, audacious goal and I am scratching, clawing, searching for the courage to take steps to its edge.

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