Some inklings (wisps of knowing) that have been hanging out on the edge of consciousness for a long time astonish when they manifest. Their emergence into form is experienced as sudden, even if we have long-wished for this condition. Not everything bears telling in its entirety when it is newly born, newly formed, fragile and vulnerable.
There is an in between world (yes, a twilight zone) from thought to form where things can feel very unreal, still etheric. More especially if we have held a cherished dream for a long time, there is a pinch-me quality to the emergence. It's okay to hold such emergences close to the chest for a while but it behooves us to acknowledge to ourselves that something important is transpiring. It is for me to chronicle my story, identifying and weaving together what matters most to me. Thus I learned at the very least to record "that was the day…" even if there was nothing more to be articulated as yet.
We are always on the leading edge of thought with the capacity to be thinking a heretofore unthinkable thought. Note that 'unthinkable' has negative connotations. Sometimes we call forth a new reality from an intrepid or radical trust place and then we cannot quite dare to hold the possibility. I have yet to figure out why the Universe delivers under such conditions, but all I can say is that it does.
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