Not everything comes from a crisis.
Spontaneity is one of those flows that show up like a nice surprise, dilating your pupils, holding your breath a bit longer, while washing over your whole body in a different kind of Love. Your own Love. Love full of Your Consciousness.
It's private. Shown only to you. Intense. Intimate.
Its speed is intentionally slow, just so you can feel it in details of each cell of your whole body.
It births the desire. It's internal erotic blushing, pulsing and throbbing, blasting your open.
