Poetry:

My new found passion.

I am so grateful for beautiful words- words that when read, ring truth in my heart like a bell.

Like this 19th century Chippewa poem:

Sometimes I go about pitying myself
and all the time
I am being carried on great winds across the sky.

This was written on my heart the second I read it. It's so true. And I hope it will help me get through my next blue funk more quickly. Because I WILL have one (a blue funk), that's just how I am sometimes.

I feel like I'm going through a kind of awakening, and it is blissful.