Walking into the Wind, pieces of the old are blowing off me leaving only my core, stripped down and raw.
I surrender.
The quiet steady, beat of my heart, bloody and broken, keeps time as my soul churns.
It happens within.
Growth is silent.
Creation is quiet.
Change is heart work.
Transformation, like the birth of a Star, is striking and beautiful.
Stepping out of the wind, I see with new eyes and allow for grace.