Something very strange is a-brewing. This is my third day of feeling it. It’s like, on a very deep level, there is a whole lot of unseen stuff going on with me. It feels like I have left the shore; a river shore where (for years) I have been clinging to the crumbling roots of some tree. Now, the root has crumbled between my fingers. The rush of the river rapids has a power that I can no longer resist. I have to go with it. Kicking and screaming does not make an iota of difference. The force will take me to my destiny, whether I like it or not. So I choose to make my body go limp, and allow it to be thrashed forward. My mind, body and spirit feel like they are going through this kind of a journey. Where I will wind up, only time will tell.
Annie Zed 