If You Come To Me Headstuck, You Know I'm Gonna Break the Spell. . .

I am ready for the universe to pass me the ball.

I know my body is on board, because I woke up, refreshed, minutes before the alarm went off.

I know my subconscious is on board, because it reminded me that I had left my work pager in the other room, where I couldn't hear it. I checked and, sure enough, 1 new page.

I know my heart is on board, because it has been drawing fascinating men into my space all week. Just from out of the blue, four thinking, handsome, authentic men have popped into my space. My cup overrunneth, and I wonder if my system is about to crash from sensory overload.

In order to make sure my spirit is on board, I am observing the final few days of Ramadan. I shall be keeping the traditional periods of fasting, prayer and meditation until Eid-Al-Fitr on Friday. That should get rid of any residual smog that's occluding me. Plus it'll flush whatever chemicals remain in my system from hospital stays etc. out of my liver.

I can hardly wait to see what happens (though wait I shall). Something never fails to break through when I get in this mode.