Spirit sends so many signals; in the drumming of my heart, the smoke of my breath, the blood of my leg sticks, the cracking of my bones. But do I listen? Oh no. I want the instant fix, so fight a battle I cannot win. For it is spirit I must follow, or my life will become a hollow mental construct. Spirit’s winds signalling change, keep blowing, blowing, until lovingly I breathe them in and begin to unwind, slowly, slowly. I see how my mind’s resistance has protected and served me well. My resistance, honored, is going, going. I become … Continue reading Spirit Winds