"What the heck am
I doing?" or "Why
are things so hard?"
I'm in the middle of
the bridge and I'm
freaking out because
I can't see what's on
the other side.
Of course, those are the days I'm living mostly in my head. Those are days that
I struggle, feeling like the Universe is throwing some almighty big shit at me
and I'm going under. I've actually fallen off the bridge and am drowning in the river.
Then there are those days when everything just lines up in beautiful synchronicity.
There is a flow to the day. I have let go, dropped gently into the river, allowing
the water to take me where it takes me. I am immersed in the flow of the Universe.
I float on top the mystical waters,
trusting in a Higher Power.
THOSE are the days I remember ~ my soul knows.
It knows the plan,
and it knows the way home.
I just have to trust the process.