Stay

Stay.

Stay a while.

Sometimes, magical things happen when you allow the impulse to run and change, to pass you by.

When the need to be somewhere else finds you, but you don’t give it anything to sink its teeth into.

When you realise that the place you’d go is no more wholesome that the space you are; the space you bring; the space you create and nourish and cultivate and settle into.

Stay.

When the weather shifts, you can stay.

Stay.

Let yourself be and see how things change.

Be privy to the splendour behind the veil - the moments you’d otherwise miss - the cracks in spacetime that other versions of you would glaze over.

Fill those cracks with your golden presence.

Be the one who slips through into the hard-to-reach places. Be childlike in your spotting skills, making special nooks for yourself in the in-between.

Explore the magical alleyways right here, right under your nose, in the home-town of your own being.