the spirits' jig

The spirits’ jig

Is it so rebellious to rest? To go walking instead of working. To crack open your soul and let its contents flow like a river from your mouth as you converse with friends. I know that when I’ve rested and walked and talked, my body and mind come alive. Spirit dances its wild jig around me squealing, delightedly: “at last; you’ve listened!”. Is it so obscure to choose Mother Earth and her natural surroundings as your place to commune on a Monday morning, instead of sitting – alone – at your desk? We all know the answer, really. Now it’s time to pay attention to the whispers.