Around you the mud is thickening, the weight is dragging you down and the water has risen so that you feel like only an air pocket is between you and final annihilation. At times I don't know how anyone survives down here!
Who believes the world is a magical place? Or is it just a dungeon? So much struggle and doubt pulls us left and right in tidal swirls. Surrender to the flow of the current, but our habits scream louder and we keep on fighting.
Then the sun comes out and leaves start to glitter, roses shimmer. If I just sit and breath, connecting my heart to joy, smiling and lifting my heart upwards towards a sense of the heavenly home, the weight lifts and refreshment eases my burdens. Let your sails be filled with the heavenly breeze of hope.