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 rest

And ultimately provide some value and encouragement at the end