Sometimes lines come to you. Or images. Or whole songs. Go with it. It’s an indication that the gods are speaking to you, directly to your heart, your somatic self. It’s a nudge in a particular direction. Something wants to be known, held, examined, felt.
When we get these whispers in the ear, it is a good idea to let ourselves be led. Even and especially if we have no idea where it’s heading. Just because. These are (perhaps rare) opportunities for connection with the divine and with one’s own soul. It’s a small pause in the midst of the chaos and it deserves our attention.
Others can get us there. Their kiss, their gaze. But when it happens in a bathroom stall or some other random and solitary place, the inspiration is coming from afar. And it’s also coming from right here inside of us. The out there and the in here are one, made of the same substance and inseparable. Hearing the whisper means there is an invitation to listen in, to surrender. To go with the soft gesture that is grace.
And the fear? It will be there, waiting at the doorstep, teasing us back to no and limited self. That is alright, but it is helpful to remember that we are made of some magic, not only bones and muscle and despair.