Everything must start somewhere Be it from a place of uncertainty Or even from a place of fear Everything must start somewhere Beginnings need not be perfect And flaws will almost always accompany spontaneity But nothing trumps spontaneity Those sublime sparks of intuition Those moments of magic which can be so fleeting This is why I’m here This is why I’m leaning into the now Trusting that faint voice to guide the process Through the spaces it ought to traverse To the final place it ought to...