The synchronicities tend to happen in our most relaxed moments, not when we’re stressing out about work or life.
Bothersome thoughts place a block on our ability to connect disparate ideas.
Unmoored from the monkey mind, we grant the synapses a passport to freedom.
In a state of flow, nothing is wanting. The pen can hardly keep up with the bicycle of impressions peddling through our heads.
Awake on our passions, always working to a place where we catch onto to things.