Things are rustling in thru the winds of change. As I sit at my desk, I stare out the window at the rainy, dark, windy day that it is, and you know what…? I don’t feel dark or dreary, I feel bright in it’s darkeness.
Almost like a soft shaking (or stirring) as I watch the wind swirl the tree branches and bushes around. What also comes to mind are all the steps I have taken to come to where I am in life. Sitting on the steps pondering when to get my butt up to take the next few ones. My steps are stone like, in a tower, a nice warm tower, no dampness, not too grey and dark, just pretty, that’s what at least comes to mind when I picture it in my minds eye; stone steps in a tower. My Steps spiral around and around going up and down endlessly, me always trying to move forward.