I Trust the Winds of Chaos

I trust my connection to SHE, to the Soul that ripples through all of eternity.

I trust the wisdom that reveals itself in cyclic spirals of stillness and experience.

I trust the ancient bones that whisper from dark soils, speaking of our connection to all things, beginning with the Great Mother.

I trust that my path is the right one for me, even when faced with uncertainty.

I trust the winds of chaos to bring exactly what is needed to spread new seeds of life.

I trust in the swirling smoke of sage and glowing candlelight to guide me to Winter’s stillness.

I trust each time my heart shatters and then rebuilds itself into a shimmering mosaic of soulful experience.

I trust that all is perfect and necessary for my strength to reveal itself.

Each failure, each disappointment, each desert wandering; ALL reminders that I am the Earth and the dance of the Moon.

Each success, each lesson, each inspired Creation; ALL nudge me to remember that this too is Creation.

Each harsh word or careless action reminds me that I do not have to take responsibility for others’ wounding.

Each gentle touch, each soulful smile, each loving gaze; salve for all the darkness that enfolds us.

I trust it all, for it is what is required for transformation to occur.

It is what SHE requires, and it is perfect beauty in curious uncertainty.

I trust the gift of not knowing, for it is the gift of Life.

And so it is.

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