A Slow Down, A Wake Up

Can you feel the doors that have opened recently, leaving Wind the space and time to come in and do her thing?


Loose papers are blowing around, or away, the drapes being rustled, sound blessings… life kissing life, co-creating alterations, in process.


Is this Spring heralding herself forth?


I don’t often think of life as a Rubik’s cube but there are times when things snap into place, so to speak and seemingly stay there for a bit, before the colors get all mixed up again.