Life is a whirling tornado

Lately, I’ve been feeling tense, restless – nervous. A kind of nervous that’s bordering with excitement. Or excitement that’s bordering with nervousness. A tingle in my back. Shaky hands. Loud heartbeats.

The winds carry whispers of change, the earth is rotating differently; faster, deeper. There are currents that are deeply, irrevocably changing the world.

Just the other day I was looking at the moon – lying on its back – different – different from its normal upright crescent leaning towards the sunset. A sight that reminded me of being close to the equator where the night skies dance in unfamiliar constellations.

I feel more alive, freer than I have in a very long time. Alive, reborn, new. Alive like wildfire. Like a river. Like the ocean. Like a hurricane. Like the sunrise. As if life is flowing through me deeper, with a grounding force, a power that both uplifts and roots.

It is a familiar yet foreign sensation; as if I unlocked a new level, saw life in new colours, sensed new things. New, yet old, familiar – something I’ve always sensed, but never quite been able to grasp until now.

Yet there’s no grasping, just vast steps into the unknown, an endless amount of ideas and projects. So much to do, to give words to – there are not enough hours in the day. Not even with the changing pace of the earth.

Life is a whirling tornado. One moment I’m dancing at its walls, others standing strongly, calmly rooted in its centre.

A time of change.

A change that’s reflected everywhere.

Wondering what’s to come. Nervous. Excited. My back is tingling and my heart racing. Something big is coming.

When, how and where –
only time will tell.

Yours,
in these wildly changing times

Ida.