What A Gift It Is

I can’t help but live in the space I think I know, from time to time. The story that I spend time watching come and go. I watch it..aware it's not real. All so I can live in the present reality not my idea of it. Like waves...they come in and they come out. I watch them. I know my strength and my power now and I see this as a gift to all. Yes, this is mine but it’s to serve others. I can’t help it or hold it. When my intuition strikes it feels familiar. I try it on. Live in it…in my mind of course. I feel how it feels. Then, I know which way to go…or to stay. It takes practice patience and lots of missteps. They are par for the course. Some missteps are big and are considered a life lesson which shapes my future. I have to live with these and so I learn and move on. What a gift it is to help others with the unseeable. What a gift it is.