Every now and then it seems as if a geas (pronounced "gesch") has been cast upon me by some unseen, magical, agent of adventure.
I say geas, because I get these undeniable urges to do some particular thing that I know will end up being more significant then it first appears.
My latest geas is to read the book "A Human Being Died That Night: A South African Story of Forgiveness". As soon as I saw the book, I knew I had to read it; and I left my house quickly to find it -- geases typically do this to me.
My spirit is happy because people like Pumla are here.