The winds of time have blown in odd directions in this life of mine. I have been learning a lot about how I work and about how my body handles stress and fear. Beyond my bi polar, I am a compassionate, yet fearful woman who hates confrontations. And yet, God does not allow me to shy away from situations where I must face all fear. This illness does not let me avoid confrontations with myself, and this life does not left me hide from life. I am a life liver, I am a game player, I am a go getter and so here I am playing in the winds of time. I am not being played by the winds of time, I am playing in the winds of time. I am not a victim anymore. I am no longer a victim to an illness that does not relent, or from a life that I have been gifted with. So I flutter, like frail, thin curtains on a window. Each time the wind blows I take a new form, but I learn to form in a way that is beautiful. And that is what will happen when I go back to Oregon this friday the 13th. I will form to the new pattern of the wind blowing in the window and it will be beautiful, and all my anxiety now will be for identification of what to do next, not something that binds my fabric in tight knots. I will blow free and beautiful because I have been given a chance to play with the winds of change, the winds of freedom and the winds of time.