This morning I bring willingness in the form of the East Wind. Winds of change seem to be blowing and I can feel myself lifted by its force. It’s March after all, not surprising that the wind would be roaring metaphorically as I sit in sacred space this morning. What is different is my calm certainty that all is well, that the change that is coming is necessary and timely and not all my own.
Life is about floating in the current of change, surrendering into the flow. I’ve discovered that when you thrash about, you drown in a drama of your own making.