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Meaning

Photo by Lyn

I feel such gratitude for this place to land with my thoughts. Writing has become such an important tool for me as I journey through life.

This afternoon has completely shifted because of what I left on the page earlier. I was able to put all of the emotions in perspective and move them through me, so that I could access the deeper part of myself.

Later, I was able to have a deep and meaningful conversation with a friend, where we both felt wide-open and receptive, and where we were both able to feel the expansion that comes from an exchange between two people who understand one another, and who have a strong desire to work in openness to bring about awareness, acceptance, and love.

I love this open space. It is good to feel my heart open again. And I remember it. I hold the memory of it for the next time my renegade mind takes over.

How lovely the genuine desire to participate in life right now!

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  1. This photo is just incredible--it has such a surreal, dreamy quality about it. So beautiful.

    So glad you're feeling your beautiful heart again. :)

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