a washing machine

When met with any feeling, it seems always in my highest interest to write it out, and have some sort of realization about what truly is, instead of cycling ideas around in my mind, a washing machine trying to sort out the stains.

It seems that many of us are going through changes, somewhat grande new beginnings, or deeper realizations about ourselves, delving into our truest wants, dislikes, desires. Letting go of what no longer fits, and sifting through a future, fresh attire, donning pieces that feel new to us, but perhaps have been there all along. I wonder if we are unravelling or merely becoming. Surrendering to who we already are, letting go of who we are not. Or perhaps some of us are being reborn altogether.

In a larger picture, I do sense that we are becoming something, things, beings, that are more in line with what the earth needs. I think we are becoming more heart centered and learning to listen to our deeper callings, and become stronger, yet more authentic versions of ourselves. I sense falseness is falling by the wayside. We are entering an era, a new age, where what isn’t sustainable will become obvious, leaving behind something more true to who we are.

A wash cycle. Perhaps.