You are the seed in the earth, and as the sun shines upon you and the rain falls, your seed begins to grow, and you send your roots deep into the ground to hold you, support you, and nourish you.
Unless it is eternal it is not the Truth But a passing thought, Unless it’s beautiful it is not the Truth But an emotion formed in fear and ignorance, Unless it lives, inspires and gives life It is not the Truth but a falsehood and a dream,
Since my move earlier this year, I have been letting go, purging, tying up loose ends and getting organized. I figuratively burned approximately 10+ years of journals; pages and pages of raw emotions; sorrow, tears, joy, laughter, prayers and dreams into the shredder. The reason for all of this?
Ever had those days when you look at your self and thought, I haven’t met most of what I desired. Where did the “time” go?