This Winding Path....

When we walk through life, it is a winding path of twists and turns, cliffs and hard paths. Things are never sure or definite, but we plow forward following directions, dreams, family or obligations. We give ourselves excuse why or why not to do things, almost always choosing adrenaline or safety. But on the rare occasion things go somewhere we never expected as if by design or fate, or simply a rare miracle. I've had plenty of times where I believe my life has a design, but it scares me because I like having control... even if its simply tying my shoe laces in a different way, or taking a random walk to nowhere in particular. My faith is something I have questioned all my life, because the only thing that seems to make sense is I am driven on by my connection to the wind. I follow the winds of change and winds of fate whatever that means. I have had the pleasure of meeting many spirit guides, in my travels. A beautiful White wolf that is always there, watching me no matter what I'm going through. A playful Otter that showed me how to shift and swim in the skies on the winds. What I think was a jinn in the desert of Iraq, who showed me the history of the sands of war, hate, courage, life and show me beauty in a broken place. I have been blessed to meet these beings but I know not how I saw them or why I exactly I got to see them. Things in my life have been hectic yet plain in many aspects. I am rarely driven to complete things I start, and when I do it is often amazing or so I'm told. My road has been broad and easy in most places, narrow in but a few and carried a few people though their hells. It was at those times in my life I felt like I could change the world. I felt, as though everything was worth it, everything was right in the world. Like the meaning of life was staring me in the face and I could quite grasp what it was I was seeing. Ponder on this as I have, see what you see and capture what moments you truly cherish, and by chance if you can hold on tight!