I remember a beautiful day like this...
The movement of the clouds made me want to reach up to the sky and touched them. The birds continued singing a mystical melody that filled my soul with hope and promise. That day was a beautiful day, for it was a new beginning as the soft grass underneath me cushion my body with love and devotion. Tree branches were moving right and left to feather a cool breeze to my brow. Yes, it was a new beginning in order to set a new path for my dreams.
My dreams are many. They are combined with my ancestors memories of hopes and sealed with their legacy. Yes, I have dreams to be the very best in whatever that I choose to accomplish in life. Looking above into the heavens that wonderful spring day encouraged me to dream bigger dreams and not let anyone prevent my vision for evolving into being.
Blue skies anew and old taught me how beautiful growing can be and how fulfilling to one's soul. I engulfed having the courage to obtained such beauty being surrounded by gracefulness. Yes, I have dreams to not worry about the naysayers but direct my own path. To not listen to those destined to test my wisdom, courage, and love of self on my journey of living but to rise to the occasion of a challenge.
A cloud full of plumpness and depth winked at me.
I listen to the wind. The wind flew up and around me with urgency. The sheer lining of the wind movements perked up the hairs on my arm. I continued to listen and wait. The wind hollered at me to take caution and listen to some of those voices, for they might be harsh but wise to lead me to safer ground.
I eyed the wind that surrounded me with no face, and no body but a determined voice.
I know of those voices that speak harshly and claim of good will. I listen to my spirit to guild me in the right direction. At times those voices can utter truth and wisdom and at other times those voices can turn bitter and mean, in order to stop me from moving forward. The voices say one thing but their intentions are really to twist and misinterpret my legacy, my heritage, and my freedom of expression.
The voices become filled with jealousy and vile contempt that thrushes against my spirit to bring me down. The voices push and taint me in order to destroy what I have built. Those voices can be disguised with warmth but really convey a mission to lead me astray.
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