A rough start. Do you hear the rumble deep in the shadows and up in the starry sky?
Unfolding and twisting, slow and steady. Fear gripped the chest and breathing drops heavy.
A rough start. Do we coil inwards or open up like bare earth to the storm
Do we run and hide or come out into the darkest opening. We simply continue. We patiently observe Water, Air, Earth and Fire within and without.
Water invites to join the flow of life
The life stirring within the Earth as delicate as lace but as strong as the very intention of life
Air rushes through us as if to say ‘hold on’ blasting our beings with possibilities
Fire within burns steady whether strong and steady or distant and barely warm it burns
A rough start but a start nevertheless
Whatever we are to wake up to is felt and it will come when we stare in awe into future