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The tumbleweed blows around in the desert after it dies. It dries up and forms a big ball that rolls around on the barren dust at the winds command. It goes wherever the wind takes it, and as it tumbles around it drops little seeds in its path. Aimlessly it tumbles to and fro without any direction of its own. How I can relate to that feeling as a tumbleweed? Growing up I often felt dry, un-nurtured, and without direction. The wind reminds me of how I felt that I had no direction of my own. I would often give my power away trying to please others. I didn’t trust myself and I definitely didn’t know how to love myself or care for myself. I knew how to give but I didn’t know how to receive. https://www.pathwaysoflight.org/index.php/Miracles_News/full_article/8283