Like the constant pinging of a device when in the “Find My Friends” mode, your Self—your true self—will always be calling.

If the sound is distant or muffled, it is only letting you know that you are farther away rather than near. To realign and find your friend—your best friend—feel, rather than hear, the continuous call.

Feel through your emotions.

Feel through your feelings.

Plant, then rest.

Enjoy the full plate in front of you —

the satisfaction, the sweetness, the nourishment

of fruits from previous gardens planted.

Your breath, however, is a magnet or sponge for that same energy. You, too, may be—and are—your own vortexual collection of energy.

Bow in appreciation, not in weight.

Do it for adventure.

Do it because you would like to

There is ONLY the whole of.

You may stay on your own path, in your own lane, bypassing all the gatherings of energetic fear.

Like walking down a sidewalk and going around protesters—without being pulled into their cause or their angst.

Noticing, at times, with amusement or with empathy—

but continuing on your own path.

And as soon as you pass by,

a gentle breeze acknowledges you and your presence.

You may notice the cracks on the sidewalk—

but look even closer:

to the insects, the weeds popping up through and surviving.

That is more entertaining—

and only the tip of what is going on.

Like a loner in a swamp shack, armed and wary, you may find yourself reacting to life as if everything is a threat—even love. That is how you may respond when you’ve suffered and stored your emotions, trapping them within your physical body in the same locations where the offense first occurred.

Like an operatic singer hitting the note—the right pitch to break crystal—this is a moment, a hush and held breath in time, when all with shells so thin will release the newly formed melodies into the air. It too will—and does—flow on a vibrational stream unseen, but felt when tuned to, giving peace and contentment even in tumultuous situations.

Pick up the luggage you wish to carry so that when you open it at your desired destination, it will be the clothes and opportunities that you want to wear, rather than things that don’t fit or are ill-cared for—old and not useful to you at this stage of your revolution and evolution.

No void ever exists. No space is a vacuum.

Love—and the energy that carries it like the wings of a dove—is always available and can be accessed simply by allowing.

The breath is your vehicle, waiting for you to recognize it as such. Once fully embodied, the breath becomes more than fuel—it becomes the map, the path, the way forward. There are no borders. No passports. No judgment. Just the breath, gently guiding you to all you seek and all you sought before entering this life.

Like a self-driving car of the cosmos, your breath knows the way. It shifts into low gear when mountains rise. It coasts when it’s time to rest. All you have to do is breathe—and trust the ride.