I went out walking this evening after the rains had gone. It’s a time when the Trail doesn’t particularly call you out. But I had been sitting all day and I knew I had to move my body.

The Trail was misty and damp, and so quiet I felt like I was being held inside a cocoon. As I rounded the bend, I began to see the animals come out to play. Two cardinals, two deer, two snakes, and two rabbits! And those are just the animals I witnessed. Who knows how many more were in hiding?

The day before, I had been talking to a friend about manifesting a partner, and tonight everywhere I turned there were two of everything. A first — these pairs. Never before had I walked on the Trail and seen two of each animal, and no more.

I told my friend, and we both chuckled. But we agreed — this was a good sign.

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Pair.

Pear.

Pair and pear. The words are homophones which means they sound alike, but have no shared meaning. (Can we find one?!)

“Yellow pear turning peach, teach me the art of being, yet becoming more of myself.”

I wrote these words long ago watching a pear in a basket change colors like Fall. I love how a pear ripens and turns a different hue over time, becomes the color of other fruit, but still remains a pear.

Can we model that?

I’ve been navigating this terrain for a very long time. Maybe what opens us to an authentic pairing with another is after we initially join and partner with ourselves. And when we allow our own ripening through all that we have encountered in life, yet remain true.

To what? That divine spark, that inner essence, that still place within that only we can find.

~ KB