Step Back and Breathe

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The myth falls away, finally..finally...and we see deeper, beneath the surface of everyday attention, and we get a glimpse of unseen beauty and wonder that seems to expand our consciousness. Those moments can be so full that they seem self-authenticating.

Being totally out of one's control, sometimes life gets in the way. All you can do is step back a moment, and breathe. Remember to exhale. Slowly, deliberately and with meaning.

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I have never cared to be put into a certain mold, held together believing I can only live a specific way - stuck in the framework with nowhere to go. Never. So, like most people I know, the virus made life challenging. and, as much as was humanly possible, my family was quarantined forever, until we weren't. But, it hasn't been all bad and there were lessons learned and new relationships forged, learning new skills for some of my family and putting their skills to work.

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It is amazing to step out into nature today, into the world again, even though we have never stopped that part of our lives, it is feeling more optimistic about regaining control of living again. The beauty of life never ceases to amaze these eyes. May you never get cynical enough to let a day pass by without giving it a thought.

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My hands...They used to look like my hands, but, more and more, they look like my mother's hands. That's not a bad thing. I am quite thrilled that they don't look like my dad's. I have always favored my father's side of the family, he was still blonde when most men his age were all gray. I have never felt anything but a warm glow when people have told me I look like my mother. I adored her, forever and ever. Even in my last moments with my mother, I touched my hand to her face, feeling the warmth of her love, love, love. Forgive me for that, this, of course, has nothing to do with my post, but, I was just thinking of my mom tonight, and probably how much I miss her... and the fact that I am so glad that she didn't have to live her last days during the pandemic.

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Unquestionably and without a doubt, I love the feeling of being loved and feeling secure in life, something that doesn't always come easy... So yes, wild and free, sailing into the wind, yet vulnerable enough to want it all. There is something so liberating about living freely, sailing off the wind. I leap into life, like an airfoil that cuts through, making a clear path with little resistance.

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May there always be a flower, to color your world. #alwaysaflower

Oh, lift my soul when it flowers
With a breath of fresh air
Blowing beautiful thoughts on my world

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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