Transformation is one hell of an experience and the best and worst thing about it is that it is inevitable.
The change that hit me the most is the kind that hits like an unpredictable storm. Though matter how much I remind myself of the last time I made it through a PMESS tornado unscathed I find myself drifting from the eye. When what I believe in clashes with what I do not or no longer believe in it can occur as a gentle breeze; however there are the times when the combination of opposing view point tremble violently in my mind as each works to take residence in my consciousness. Ultimately only good can reside within and until everything can be used for its highest good takes up its rightful place the storms of life will continue to blow away my covers so that what is no longer welcomed to nest in my consciousness will vacate.
I thank the ‘winds of change’ fury and gentleness for propelling my enthusiasm to redirect my energy so that I can use it for good.
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