The first week of school is a whirlwind of activity and adjustment, getting used to a new routine while everything is upended. Yet, this year felt remarkably more calm.

A sign of things to come?

One can hope.

Well anxiousness to pick up a pen and write pulsated daily, my mind and spirit were focussed elsewhere. Rather than force the issue (which is something I’ve done), I let it be.

There is a time to sit and listen to the self, figuring out what it needs. Not just another bag of Doritos and Crystal Pepsi to accompany a movie in the buffer, but an actual direction of what our spirit is calling us to do.

In this case, I am feeling tugged towards a new mission, or perhaps and ignored one from years past. Not too sure what it is yet, but I do know when the spirit compels, it’s best to listen.

Otherwise, life will always feel unsettled.