LIFE COACH & WELLNESS CURATOR

The Joy Alchemist

Unless you tune your perception, the moon won’t be more than an inert circling pale object. But when you do, you will begin to understand that it is the place where the mind of the poet dwells and that it assembles like clock gears with the tides. I feel a certain calling to somehow bring back the identity of the gold in things, the original golden things. It would be selfish of my part if I decided to start imposing something sublime on the ordinary things when they were once already extraordinary. My job is to make sure that the tree who no longer feels the wind like a soft comb brushing her leaves, and that the crab who’s shell has slowed him down, and the grain of sand who has tried to blend in with the others, feel worthy of being called uniquely precious. Let’s activate the alchemist we have inside, purifying and extracting the essential meaning of life. Even if we look through our own ashes, we will find that we are gold.