"Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.
Erich Fromm
Today, I was allowed to breathe in fresh air. The sun was shining on my face and precious breaths of pure air filled my lungs. I felt more alive than I have in months. These cleansing breaths poured over my troubled thoughts, sluggish body, and tainted cells. I am alive once again.
It is like this when traveling the spiral, repeating lessons, and healing a little deeper each slide around a coil. These transitions seemingly take forever when I am anticipating the very next segment. I wait and wait, but when nothing rises on the horizon fear settles in ... what if there is nothing more?
Seclusion seemed the most obvious way to settle my mind and open my heart to something new. To eliminate distractions I focused on reading, writing, and contemplating, but I did not seem to speed a transition along. Desperate, I finally reached out to kindred spirits, hoping for some direction to appear. Foolish gesture, indeed as all answers are within.
Aware of my despair, a special soul held my hand and walked with me into my depths, helping to clear the debris blocking my path. With her wisdom, she silently held her light for me to see more clearly the illusion of fear. She witnessed the dawning of my need to get out of my own way.
A surprise gathering of three eclectic spirits reminded me of the power we all hold within. As if waking from a long winter's nap, my strengths stretched awakening the better parts of me. How could I have fallen into such a deep sleep that I could no longer hear what I deeply know and what I have learned through a life time of lessons.
My soul sounds like it is humming, happy to be inspired once again. The breath of fresh air has ignited my visions and creative play is bouncing around in my head. I had been worried my spiritual contract was complete, but today I know I am very far from done!
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