Sunday, October 6, 2013
In The Mirror
This moment finds me in quiet reflection and gratitude for the blessings and years I've already lived. It is in this space I have no idea what lies in store nevertheless my pulse is strong. My heart still beats for the dreams I had as a little girl even if some of them were distorted as a young woman. So today when I could stand and shout I choose to sit, legs crossed, steady in my resolve. From those dreams long ago a specific set of goals are firmly planted in faith. When I could do handstands to get one's attention I choose to sit, hands in my lap, and gently nudge the spirit of the one who's still searching for me. I am imperfectly perfect and now in my 40th year I realize that is perfectly OK with me.
Warmest Regards,
In Walks A Lady
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