I love the word, “scour.” I love the rough, clean feel of it. Because when I think of the constant litany of doubt/fear/doubt/fear/regret/doubt/fear offered up by my brain, that’s what I want–a complete cleanse. An exfoliation.
And all it takes to be effective is an invitation–an open invitation for the wind to blow away lingering fear and for spirit to rush in and fill those spaces. It’s an ongoing process, and we’re very lucky that spirit never tires of journey, filling us up whenever we call.
