Where does anyone begin to explain the angst caused by toxic choices? Words that dance around the sorrow of our own personal wanderings don’t feed the core.
As time goes on, looking back with clearer eyes and less exaggerated heart shows us the raw beginnings. Some dreams aren’t momentary visions. We sometimes try to move them into all our waking moments. Fantasy replaces the loneliness lacking in our own self-love. In this, the electronic world, with words on fire we feel in ways so powerfully because we can’t, don’t or won't feel it in our everyday life.
We become friends of the heart, lovers in the shadows of both night and day; we feel.
This resonates deeply with the disconnection we feel in a world where we no longer touch, see one another face to face or hear the truth in the vibration of our voice.
Our true need or desire is to feed the soul inside our human selves.
Sometimes failure in fantasy hurts more deeply because we were brave enough to expose the reality of our humanness, we are not technology we are real, we are physical.
Sometimes friendships form and the magic will never be diminished. It grows through every season of our being. Yes, we bloom, fall to the ground and are reborn in all seasons.
Instead of regretting the fragile moments of exposure, rejoice in the knowing that we to rise and fall. And rise again and again with hope, with a clearer view of who we truly are. Allowing us to better navigate that truth.
Forgiveness of others and self, gaining strength in each step we take to rediscover our divine essence.
Celebrate who you are in all ways. No expectations, just clarity, peace, wisdom and balance.
Just love.
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