Enjoying my rest this morning- eye patch, perfect music, the full sanctum-  but birds were creating a hissy fit- squeeling up a storm!!  I ran out to see a hawk fly back up to a tree. The messenger. This time the hunter didn't get his prey. I immediately thought, great, that's me, messenger !!! Then i realized we are, of course, all  messengers, but what kind of messengers are we!!!  p s remember your crown chakra!

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