If we must force something into being, we somehow get off our path and onto another. What is true, of the essence, of spirit never has to be forced. There is a natural flow to the following spirit.
It is as natural as the rain that falls, the grass that grows, or the bird that sings. Like the birds, we instinctively know when the season is changing, and to find nourishment, we must move on. We cannot stay because we have become comfortable and our surroundings familiar. We can move on without fear, trusting that we will be guided to a sunny, warm place where growth is most conducive, and all we need is provided for. We can move on with the ease of a gentle breeze in Peaceful Unfolding.