You know how...

you read something that you were supposed to encounter? Things that speak to you in a way that gets right down into your gut

your soul

lifting you up

twisting you around

pushing you

pulling you

perhaps making things blurry and then back into focus almost instaneously

or taking an almost painfully powerful long time?

This happened to me just now. Reading the story of Sabrina Ward Harrison. Not sure what it all means right now...but there was something in there that was speaking to me. Some reason I was supposed to read this. A snipit of something, a feeling, an essence that will be repeated in additional ways in the coming days and weeks. 

And K emailed me just this morning about one of Sabrina's books. See...