My allegiance is to the sun, always will be. But I was curious to check out the Earth’s shadow draped over today’s wee small hours of the morning moon across the Americas. We got shadow work indeed over here to tackle; I’m starting within. An hour and half of deep diving into what patterns I ought to review, revise and release…this burst of blood orange hue is the longest totalities of the decade whilst the world is fast asleep, I’m learning lessons. If only I listened to the tune of my heart long, long ago. But the merciful universe has given me another chance, it will never forsaken me so long as I hear the whispers underneath those beats of my heart. Like a metronome it won’t stop into the wee small hours of the morning until I get the message; it’s the time to hear the tempo and play accordingly to its rhythms.