My practice of spirit these days is to tune myself into the flow.  To align myself with the vibrations of All That Is.  Walking in the shifting bluster wind and opening my sensual pores to the soft applause of the delicate apple tree leaves.  Standing close to the thriving shiny green against green delicate clapping, then taking in the wide view of thirty feet pines bowing and poplars waving.

I cleave to their vibrancy and yearn to be as easy in growth.  They do not worry about what to wear (actually, I rarely worry about that!).  There is no concern about procrastination, or inner disturbance or absolute confusion in the clenching illusionary conflict between drive and opportunity, insecurity and arrogance.

Be a tree, the wind whispers, the dancing leaves giggle.  I claim that I am thoroughly harmonized and bow to the gentle love of the Presence.