Magnetic Poetry Speaks... Again

As I was putting all my files away in my black file cabinet, I saw something white near the bottom of the front of the unit. When I bent down to pick it up I saw that it was a piece of magnetic poetry, which magically comes into my life from time to time to wake me up and make me think. This piece of poetry managed to stay attached to the cabinet from Avon Way till now, just waiting to remind me of my purpose and to caution me as I move forward in this new chapter of my life. I am reminded of something I heard at a staging class I took in Palm Springs, "We don't always understand what we see." This idea stayed with me and was probably the most important thing I learned that weekend.

I hear you loud and clear, Universe. Thank you.