Wishing I had more insight into what is now. What seems to be happening to me is a push toward something I have not done before, and at times I feel settled in this new way of being; sometimes fighting to get out and do more and sometimes going along for the ride with feelings of energy for exploring myself in the deep part of my soul.
Spirit arises and finds me, shaking me up in the brightly green trees that slowly turn into a dark orange as they move about, ready for autumn’s coolness. And then I look up as a tiny yellow bird looks down at me, bobbing on a tree branch saying, “look at me, I am here.”