Crashing all around me, my eyes wildly tracking what is coming next. My heart continuously racing as the horror of our world continues to fall one layer at a time. My body seems to be playing tricks on me; tired when it is time to work and wide awake when it is finally time to rest.

All of this I must rise above and see the bigger picture of what is unfolding. Perhaps my eyes have become too narrow in focus, while my heart is now accustomed to the rapid beat the world has invoked without my permission and my body is simply speaking to me. Will I listen? Will I slow? Will I soar or land?

All that I once knew to be certain is now in question. The structures and systems I had never realized how much security they provided are now being brought to their knees. I watch as my heart wants to make sense of all that is happening, yet has zero capability to begin such a daunting and tangled task. My own complacency has now become my blinding reality.

My heart weeps for this process while it also seems to have this mysterious knowing filled with excitement and joy of what is to come. For this reason I feel my wings begin to expand, asking me to soar above and take a look from a new view. From this place I shall ride the currents in the sky, knowing my body is as light as a feather and my strength comes from deep within, therefore the physical muscles are unnecessary in this next part of the journey.

Again, all that I knew to be true is now in question. From afar the picture begins to take shape; We were never in control, rather we were here to experience and be in connection. We were never meant to war and become hungry for such greed, rather we were here to find our own hearts and grow the love from within to spread throughout.

It is never too late to soar in a space of unconditional love and see the precipice of change is unfolding “for” us, not “to” us!