write.

everything around me is telling me to write. it is whispered in the winds. i can either take it to heart, soak it up and listen, or ignore it.



i think i will listen.

what does this mean for me? i'm not sure. writing more here again? writing a story? writing poetry, or delving into my handwritten journals more? i'm not sure. but i trust that the answer is there, wrapped neatly in the task.

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i do know that right now is a time of clearing out for me. sort of like spring cleaning. there are so many wonderous things surrounding me, so many things that fill my soul. and then there are things that don't feel good anymore, that simply don't fit. and so, i lovingly let them go. i give them closure and say goodbye. there is power in goodbye. i feel that so strongly now. it's all a choice. the great gift of this life is free will. i choose what to put my focus on, and in that i give it life.

what is it that i want to give life to?
beauty
love
peace
joy
softness
harmony
song
dance
playfulness
sweetness
gratitude
compassion
understanding
humility
valor
forgiveness
♥