The mental dig

8:02 am. Coffee is ready. Thank God. I didn't sleep well last night. Sad dreams. Tossing and turning. Even now, I'd like to write something decent but the words aren't flowing. Do you think there is a mental bulldozer that comes around right before a new change and starts digging and plowing and making a dirty mess? Maybe if we get too complacent, we have to have our soul soil delved in to and shifted around? That's what it feels like lately. there is some sort of shift coming around again. I don't know what it is but I can smell it. I can feel it. My air is charged with it. And I can't shake the feeling that it's not a good change. And THAT is what is bothering me this morning.