this day will pass, whether you dreamed a little dream, drew up a plan, took a baby step toward a goal, did what you loved to do, spent time with whom you wanted to, followed through on those tiny impulses, built something with your hands, started into a new book from the thrift store, sang your own beautiful song. . ….
if i died tomorrow
i’d be alright
though regretful. . ….
when you love someone, do you require them to behave in a way you prefer, or would you rather they were their authentic self, warts and all?…
it’s been quite a year. much has changed. much has stayed the same. i have lived in four different places, after being parked for five years…and i’m on the verge of moving again.
what holds true is that wherever we go, there we be. i feel that as vividly as ever….
as i scribble in the last few words that fit perfectly onto the last page of another notebook, numerous powerful energies infiltrate my body and spirit….
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