I’m not doing a lot of meditation these days, pray once in a while, more like a chant to calm myself down, lower my blood pressure.  I feel a little bit like on a little raft in the ocean.  It’s calm, but I keep thinking I hear a storm coming.

Faith, however, is ever-present.  I have built up an inner castle for myself that holds the truth for me inside.  I am convinced that there is a Divine Cycle of Good, that seasons follow seasons, horror movies fade, and my breathing brings the Spirit within.  Even if I stop breathing, there will be a spring of a new adventure that blooms for me.

These days I am irregular with everything–blog, exercise, food, creativity, dreams, depression, sadness and finally bright happy walks talking to trees.

I am safe in my faith; I have practiced enough that it is now part of the tapping of my fingers and resting of my head on Her shoulder as I await her next fragrant season.