So a few weeks ago a storm blew into my life. A veritable tsunami of chaos. A tornado’s worth of choices culminating in strong, tall trees being blown down, boulders being dislodged. I think you get my drift.
Some days I’m flying the kite, and some days I *am* the kite. Been wanting to write about this but it’s taken me awhile to get my head into a writing place.
Of all the google images that come up when you search for “between a rock and a hard place” this one actually made me smile and reminded me to keep practicing asking questions and being accepting of what is. As I’m remembering that, I’m also choosing to share it with you.