Sometimes I find myself micro-managing Spirit. You know, talking to Spirit and telling Spirit how I need my life to unfold and what Spirit needs to be doing for me, others, and the planet. Although I ask Spirit nicely, I know I’m still doing all the talking. So I try to remember to sit and be stil, and wait for Spirit to speak to me. Spirit never speaks while I’m talking, because she knows I can’t talk and listen at the same time. If I quiet my mind, focus on my breathing, and just listen to all that is Spirit–the wind, the crickets, the blood flowing through my veins, the gentle creak of the pines, or the calming ebb and flow of the ocean–Spirit will tell me what I need to do, think, or feel for myself, my loved ones, the planet. Although I can do it anywhere, I love to wait for Spirit to talk to me near the ocean, especially during the blue hour, just after the sun sets and the light turns blue.
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