The strong winds of life blew me off the cliff… I fall backwards. Thank goodness I’m caught by the gentle waters of my mother. The river dragging me to my next destination. I’ve already let go of so much by this point that there’ll be no fear upon my arrival. This continual lesson in surrendering and softening has almost become pleasurable in the feeling of freedom of watery flow. The fact and realization is, that I was never in control. How arrogant to think that I was. So I lick my finger and put it to the air. I feel which way the winds of life are blowing now and continue in that direction.…