The early winds of change blew gently. I clung and strengthened my resolve. Another gust made me tremble, yet still, I did not move. Gale force winds now bring the impending fall I’ve been resisting. There is beauty in letting go gracefully.
Rather than cling to what is not working, today I choose to gently let go. Even though I don’t yet know where I’m landing, spirit will give me a soft place to fall.




















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