I feel a soul cold coming on, and it feels mild. I’ve had the feeling for the last week or so that something was coming, and I woke up today with the first symptoms. A little tired, a little weird, a little off. A fitful meditation and several moody poems later, and I’m almost certain I’m coming down with a little spiritual malady. It’s not nearly as bad as the last one I had, and I think I’ll recover quickly.
My last soul cold was brutal, and I think that’s what allowed me to sense this evolution coming. It also inspired some nervousness and resistance, because this time I knew about the necessary destruction that precedes evolution, whereas last time I did not. Yet, here we are; my human attempts at resistance were futile against the greater divine plan.
I think that last experience, brutal as it was, is serving me even further now. Because it was so bad last time, I had no idea what was happening but still eventually got through it, I feel very safe and relaxed about this one. I may not like it, and I might be nervous about the process of destruction before the rebirth, but this time I know that it’s going to be okay. I know that I’m not actually dying. I know that whatever this new death process will bring, that it is here to serve me, to cleanse and renew. It does not seek to harm me. It is benevolent, in its tough love. This time I’ll be able to hold myself better, and get through this with a wink, because I know that something beautiful is on the other side.
We shall see how this unfolds. In the meantime, a poem for you.