Restless.
Without the winds of change, there would be no growth. I feel Restlessness. It is familiar. It is an initially-unwelcome friend. He has visited before and sent me to the Caribbean, visited again and moved me to Arizona. This time I recognize his arrival. I am reluctant to sit with him and listen to what he has to say. He makes me aware that I am most certainly uncomfortably comfortable. Life's journey has changed from a quiet leisurely pace to a dead stop in a rut. Restlessness will help me free it from the mire, as it has so many times before. Why does it feel so intrusive when this particular teacher comes to me? I feel exposed and uneasy. Restlessness is the sneaky little brother who will run up and push you off the cliff into the thrilling free-fall. I want to learn how to enjoy the dive and grow my trust in the universe that the pool of purpose and destiny will envelop me, as it has before. Because it is hard to be brave, Restlessness comes along...