These silences that thread through my dreams into the wee hours of the morning…You bring me messages from times past, desires of my heart to bring forth. Who are you, who grace my life with such wisdom and knowing?
Yesterday you were a big and bold expanding energetic presence everywhere. Today is a mystery waiting to unfold with what you may bring?
The silence is there in my home accepting me in all my expressions. My ambitions abound, held back by my own reins of acceptance, hesitation and ambivalence. Out in an ocean of swells and currents, where is my friend when I can’t see her?
Sometimes she is a little child imagining playful games and feats of heroism, spreading her sense of possibility everywhere. Wake up little one it’s time to be your playful self. Paint a picture, skate, skip and run, beat a drum. Make the world a better place for this is the land of your dreams. It is that and nothing else. Be one with it and enjoy it till it disappears into the mist.
~Lynne Ann
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