I sat down in the middle of the road. I bend myself into the. Petals of a flower born in mud. I take my horse from the horse,. My name from the hat,. The phone from the hook. I hit pause, not break, not quit. I let the water still. And listen for the silence. I chase my happiness like. A pile of papers dropped on. The sidewalk, tumbling in the air.

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Your spirit is on the loud speaker, calling you into awakening. Our spirits are beacons in the dark. Once we tap into them, it is like putting on a new pair of glasses. The world is sharp and crisp. The shadows that once caused fear, are now defined and accepted. The lights that seemed to guide us, become clear. Are you ready to listen? And fun blog posts.

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