The energy that is around me is a spinning bit of energy. But it’s orbit feels off kilter, as if it should be aligned, rolling sequentially and harmonically. My hands feel ill equipped to change or alter the rotation, though Lord knows I’ve tried. And this is the story of my life.
I don’t sit back and wait, though at times, I wish I could - or had. I jump in, mess things up, try again, pray, beg, plead and try again. I ask for help, people, ancestors, God and at times, the sense is: “not yet.” But “yet” seems too far away, so I try again, or sit impatiently, waiting, looking for any type of change.