This birthing of the Shift, so hard, sometimes. Don’t push against what’s most visible. Find a way underneath, or above, to go through. Remember water; it always finds the cracks, or wears down solid rock. Be water; wear them down. Go through. We are a river now, not a puddle not a stream. We are the ocean’s breath; the flood of change is exhaling. Breath in that new wind. Expand your wings.
Posted by Joanne Sprott at 2022-06-26 17:09:06 UTC