Someone ponders: What are those weird-looking birds on your road?
Answer: Our neighbor’s guinea hens.
The first time you spotted the creatures you breathlessly ran up your neighbor’s driveway.
“Your birds have escaped from the woods!”
Neighbor rolls her eyes.
She does not look overly fond of guinea hens.
What ARE the creatures?
You say to the Universe (not pushy): I want to photograph guinea fowl.
Hint: do not insist. Do not fuss. Do not REALLY plead overmuch. Manifestation sometimes gets tricky if you’re desperate.
Next morning bring camera. You are not thinking about fowl.
Out on the road, what’s that clucking in the tall grasses?
Yes, heart be still, the Universe hath manifested guinea hens!
You photograph. Guinea fowl glare. Guinea hens get agitated, clucking wildly.
You snap, snap, snap.
That’s how you manifest guinea hens, photographers.
P.S. I once wanted a campfire chair. Please, Universe, a chair? Next morning…guess what? A dilapidated wooden chair had fallen out of someone’s pickup truck right in front of our driveway.
Manifesting is fun!
What have you manifested?