It is positive to relish in the belief that truth sets us
free. And that to become a chameleon would only bind us to the prison of fickleness.
My morning’s musings;
There stands a little biddy girl of 3 in front of her home
which she considered the best in the world. Even when the wind blew its wrath
through the slats on the walls, and she was cold she just didn’t exist but lived.
Even though she knew then and now that being shoe less was
due to poverty she still with fondness tenderly enfolds these moments in her
heart.
Her feet were bare and she remembers crunching autumn leaves
underfoot. She felt the splendour of nature then and still fondly remembers those
moments with much zeal today. Some days she yearned for her feet to be dressed
in shoes, especially when crunching went very wrong and her feet would be blistered
from the rough ground.
She remembers a day not long ago when she crunched beautiful
autumn leaves. She looked down at her feet and smiled a sigh. Her feet were not
blistered anymore. It was warm and cosy. With the cosiest leather boots that kept
them toasty. But she never forgot those days of crunching autumn leaves with
bare feet that ended up bleeding and blistered.
Her past is what motivates her to be wholesome today. She thanks that which was broken for within
the breaks light shone through making the path forward easy enough to see. She
is what she is and will continue to be who she is. Body, mind and spirit a
whole.
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