When I turn inside to find myself, I am sucked up into a tornado. Who am I? Where am I? Where an what is my true self? I know that I exist, but what in me does exist?
Your essence. Your highest self. Your spirit. You exist. A tornado is fast wind... .it can stirs up and blow away that which is keeping us from really seeing or being the best version of ourself. Sometimes.....out of chaos comes clarity and rebirth