There are days, in which, during the first few moments upon waking from my slumber, I feel asunder. Moments still and solitude, as I step outside into the sunlight's warm embrace. I mindfully soak in the ambience of all of nature's love, she so willingly gives. The warm rays that fill my being with energetic healing cause a smile to form upon my glowing face. I am cradled so securely as I create my own pace. To observe the birds that fly from branch to branch singing cheerfully. The spring breeze rejuvenates not just me, so it seems. With my back against a majestic tree and my feet bare, I close my eyes and feel such peace. Fresh air fills my lungs as I focus on each breath. I feel a creepy crawling thing, so I look down to see and feel as a child with whimsical belief. A monarch butterfly now sits flapping its wings ever so gently. It is on the days like these I feel at ease, and love myself ever tenderly. During seasons though, at times when I arise from my sleep, as soon as my eyes do open my mind ruins me. Over thinking, be it sure is the most wicked of disease. Analyzing every single little thing until my stomach aches with unease. Going out in public becomes frightening. I try my best to block their energies but all just overwhelmes me. Frustration sinks in and over takes my being. What, why, how, and when. Doubts, suspicions, silent judgments, and sin. I feel as though I do not belong, some how I've landed in a strange place and haven't a compass to find the path home. No roots do I possess , for I never have. Trying to align, desperately seeking the balance my spirit craves. But no matter what, it's in these seasons I just want to run. Just run and run and run and run,