Ok, what’s the spiritual and metaphysical significance of being dizzy?  Wrong food?  Too much going on?  Low blood sugar or no protein?  Blonde?  Or maybe it’s just a side effect of the windy day out there.

Confusion is always the opportunity to slow down and look at what I’m afraid to admit. Don’t want to accept a gift?  Receiving hard for me?  Well, that’s certain.  Maybe it’s that DNA shifting.  Phew.

What comes through me today is to be the windy day.  Let my head be dizzy, my mind be distracted and my heart unsure.  I slow down to walk and hold onto the edges to anchor me.  Choose cozy.  Decide on comfort food.  Speak simply and determine the smallest next indicated right action.

No matter the wind and blustery day, my roots in Her Dear Arms are eternally secure, safe and sweetly kissed.