morning

Drawing as much patience as the earth has for me.  

Drawing mustard;

Drawing clove.

Drawing the desire to connect...

Waiting for answers.

Still, 

Listening.  

It is okay that things are not perfect.  

The tide is meant to change,

I am meant to follow, discern, 

tread carefully,

Wake Up.  

And this takes time.  

In the house of Baba Yaga is right where I am meant to be,

and sometimes that means trusting the subconscious to do what seems impossible, incomprehensible to the waking mind.  

To grow true humility. 

To feel the essence harmony.   

To understand what it means.

To realize it.  

Permanently.

Praying that gentility overflows into your day today, and into mine.  

Love,

Anna

P.S.  If you want to know more about Baba Yaga, you'll find her in the story of Vasalisa in Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes