It's fathers day here in the good ol' USA, and I want to send all the papas that I know so much Love, and appreciation to all the ways that the father lives in us good and bad. I'm grateful for the sun and how it's constant source of light gives us warmth and light and feel the power of the the father as the sun.
Thank god for the winds of wisdom for blowing us into ecstatic states of inspiration, empowerment and healing our separation. Without her gusts clearing our minds out and fanning the flames of our hearts we would be zombies. Without her loving caress we may never find the courage it takes to feel anything at all.
Have I realized what it means to be free yet? Are we really not meant to be getting anywhere? Or is that just a trick you play to get us to fully embrace the enormous gift each precious breath is? Is your wildness in the wind?