I posted the below on my photography blog the other day... And I'm not sure I realized quite how true it really was... 

As I'm finally taking some conscious and heartfelt (albeit tenuous) steps toward what I feel is my path, the direction I'm feeling called to by my soul, the Universe is also rising up and meeting me --- step-by-step, tiptoe-by-tiptoe, or (in last week's case) with loving kicks out of the nest --- and showing me that it really is time. 

Time to lead with my heart.
Time to trust my intuition.
Time to thrust my hand into the ether and grab onto the invisible lead that has been beckoning for me to grab on, and has been conspiring over years and years to bring me exactly to this place, in this heart, with this experience. 

I am absolutely terrified, but I'm also feeling more inspired and courageous than ever before. 

I'm SO thrilled to have you along on this journey with me --- and I can't wait to share more, more, more, more and more Love... 

In general relativity, an event horizon is a boundary in spacetime beyond which events cannot affect an outside observer. In layman's terms, it is defined as "the point of no return", i.e., the point at which the gravitational pull becomes so great as to make escape impossible.*

It's time, I think. It's here. 
I've felt this bubbling up of the need to write -- and I think it's because my life's paths, its events, the threads I've been hesitantly (or determinedly) following, are starting to bubble up into a full boil.  
I've also felt this emotional (and physical, actually) discomfort, subtle but continuously chafing, and it's starting to feel like it's all meeting in a crescendo of movement, possibility, launch. 

It's all reaching some kind of event horizon of its own. 

A new venture all about love. 
A new tattoo all about love. 
A new phase of my life all about love.
A loving transition into my creative path which has been whispering, motioning, beckoning, and which -- ultimately -- is really only about love (in its purest form: self). 

The coming two and a half weeks are rife with self-investment, self-exploration, and plugged-nose-dives into the deep end, and -- if my emotional and intuitive tremors are right -- the markers, touchstones, alley-oops and ignitions into my own soaring points of no return.

 

I'm nervous, and I'm ready. 

 

3..... 2...... 1..... 

 

*Thanks, Wikipedia.

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