Spirit Speaks to Me

Spirit speaks to me.

It speaks to me in ways unknown. Yet, my soul is able to recognize this language with ease, never failing to ignite the flame within my heart.

Spirit speaks to me through song. At the precise moment I needed to be reminded of all I AM.

Spirit seeks to me through birds. It shows me that I truly am free and it is safe to take flight.

Spirit speaks to me through numbers. Letting me know that I am on the right track, cheering me on as my number one fan.

Spirit speaks to me through feelings. Urging me to honour the self and discern what is for me, helping me place boundaries of that which isn’t.

Spirit speaks to my heart. Through the water and the wind. The plants, the crackling of the fire and the fragrance of a flower.

Spirit speaks to me reminding me that all the beauty that I see, it is all a part of me.

And so we dance, Spirit and I, twirling and laughing, and sometimes screaming and crying, all in the joy of this beautiful Earthly experience called life.

Cordoba, Argentina