Having any part of my being in a twist is not comfortable. The knots strain and pull on my ability to be peaceful and chill. Sometimes, in an effort to get myself untied, I thrash about, twisting myself even tighter. But twisting and shouting isn’t the only dance there is. There’s another dance, the one I do with Spirit. As long as I let Spirit lead, It’s the best dance partner ever. Today I waltz with the Divine.
