The wind turns, and we are reminded of her touch upon our skin, her touch upon the trees. It's awakening, a sleeping subconscious warrior in the world, wanting to awaken the parts of self fused by the ego in the darkness...How do we respond to the sound of silence, that breaks the will of our mind, that cracks the egg of the old so that we may embrace the new? What are the stories you tell yourself that keep you where you are, that keep you imprisoned in old paradigms of past realities? What does it feel like to exhale, to release the old, the stories, the beliefs that bind us, and to inhale the possibility of a new world that can embrace all that we are and all that we want? It hurts a bit, this exhale, but this is the final release before the push towards a grander time, a bigger reality, far greater than we can even imagine or uphold (in this conscious moment). The truth is here to meet you, to love you, to release your shackles. All that needs to be done is to hold up your chains, and allow the key to unlock the prison that keeps you from the new door to the next tomorrow....
