I woke up this morning with the beat of “Lost in My Mind” playing in my head.
I wasn’t sure why it was there in the first place, but it became clearer as I listened to the lyrics.
How’s that bricklayin’ coming?
How’s your engine running?
Is that bridge getting built?
Are your hands getting filled?
Won’t you tell me my brother?
The message reminded me of what the midnight muse was trying to tell me a couple of weeks ago.
tend to your garden
all those things you said you would
even now they call
It seems that my inner self is trying to remind me of something that I have forgotten. Not in reprimand nor in judgment, but in subtle reintroduction. A gentle prompting to get back to what I’ve lost sight of.