Seemingly I am escaping the gravitational pull of what came before, the only story that I have ever known, until now.
The lack of gravity is almost alarming, there is a weightlessness where before there was only burden. It’s challenging to float aloft, to await unknown influences and forces without reaching out to the tiller.
There is reflex towards anxiety, to gather control and set a course. But as my hand reaches out, it hesitates too. So many of my course corrections in life were misguided at best and intuitively I realize that I don’t know, not now at least. I pull back and allow.
I am in the presence of Spirit and I know only that I must listen.