In the past few weeks my soul and Ego have been upturned like a jar of salt.
Bits of my Ego have slipped away in the wind. The stories Fear have conjured of wounds, judgements and old pain have been lifted up and swirled before my eye where I release them to settle into the nothingness that Fear creates from.
Winds shifting, changing patterns in the tiny grains become choices and directions my life might take. I'm building little castles with the salt of my soul, then erasing them with a flick of a finger.
Tracing possibilities and opportunities. I am slowly reconstituting myself and am left awestruck by infinite.