
She can smell it.
She can almost taste the salt in the breeze.
It’s so close.
She wants it.
It’s just out of reach.
Salty tears sting her eyes.
She sits, patiently.
She waits for another day.
The freedom of the roadless sand will be hers one day.
Just
not
today,
my
dearest
Jeep.
Namaste.
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Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there.
~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.
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