You, girl of the ocean, swimmer of the sea, washed up ashore displaced amid her honesty. And, now — you, the ever curious one, wonder, “What do I do while I wait?” Well, dear one, as the dry air rushes past, nearly knocking you down, let the tears fall and nourish what you hold. You, holder of life, keeper of the flame, bearer of sparks, whatever you do — don’t rush it. Really. Allow the space of emptiness hold you. Listen. Hear that? A lullaby from your inner Spirit whooshing you to sleep— dreams and visions laid on your heart….