Every
women has that very special something, that is originally hers. We may
all have similarities, of that special something, but not really. You
see, that special something, is called YOUR HEARTS MUSE, and trust me
when I say, she's one of a kind. YOU, know what I'm talking about. YOU
feel her right here in the center of your chest, she lives there amongst
all your fears, your joys, your laughter and your tears. That's what
makes her so SPECIAL. That's what makes YOU so SPECIAL. The beautiful
uniqueness, the one YOU keep fussing about, guess what, it's part of the
MAGIC you wield. It's what YOU keep trying to change, avoid, run like
hell from. But why not just realize it's about time to call a TRUCE and
accept what YOU'VE been fighting all along is really the ANSWER to your
PRAYERS. It's your AUTHENTIC YOU. Pick up YOUR MAGIC WAND, whatever that means for you and MAKE YOUR MAGIC HAPPEN. ~~~YOU'RE IT!
A place where my inner voice finds wings to take flight, to soar without fear. A place of freedom, joy, and expression, where all things I believe in matter. A place where I dance with delight, giggle, cry, and most of all allow my self to be ME...Where you're welcome to join the party of a caravan of gypsy souls on an adventure of many lifetimes, remembering that magic exist, LOVE rules, and we are one sisterhood bound by our Heart's Muse.
Showing posts with label Prayers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prayers. Show all posts
Saturday, December 24, 2011
A Gardner's Prayer
It's
amazing how life leads us down winding roads, around the bends, and up
really tall hills. It's funny how many times along those paths and
detours, we almost felt like giving it all up, and just throwing in the
towel, and just stop on the side of that old dirt road, and just sit and
cry our eyes out. Yep, I've been there, many times. And many times,
there always was that very soft inner voice that whispered NO it's not
time. Just one more step, you're almost home. Let's just say, it's never
easy. The way seems so long and harsh at times. Questions always
bombard, and even sabotage the inner knowing.
But, even in the darkest moments, there was always that voice. The one
that always knows the way back. And she whispers, every so gently,
"Believing is like watching a garden grow. The Farmer tills the soil,
plants the seeds, and says a little prayer. Knowing the rest is up to
the DIVINE, and looks to the sky and stares into the unknown, knowing it
will all be alright." That voice, the one you're hearing right now,
that's real. The REAL YOU. And you do know what to do, and BELIEVING IS
ALL IT TAKES, FOLLOW YOUR Heart's Muse...SHE'S YOUR SOUL PLANTING SEEDS
TO MAKE YOUR WILDEST DREAMS REAL.
Peace
PK Mercado
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