In the Rose Garden: A story of a dream.
- Sarah Poet
- Jan 31
- 4 min read
Updated: Aug 6
“Go sit down and listen,” said the voice of intuition.
Resistance.
“But I have things to do,” I responded, though it was futile because I’m always going to listen to a nudge so clear.
It had something to do with money and resources, I knew it. I picked up the journal I had written in just this morning with “Money, in a good way” written across the front. Money and resources, the topics I revisit, the topics so close to home. I made my way to my purple cushion, my dog took her place at my knees.
I was immediately taken to the naval. My attention guided gently but directly to breathe with the naval, and my digestion immediately responded with a gurgles and sounds.
