This morning I woke and remembered who the fuck I am! Magic.
When I stopped focusing on all the things I wanted to change and decided instead to enjoy the time I have, I stepped back into the mysterious magic of the present moment. 151 more words
Lately I feel as though I am waking up from a long, fitful slumber. I’m beginning to stretch out my limbs, to wriggle my fingers and toes as a shaft of sunlight hits the centre of my face, an inkling light forming in both eyes, moving my feet back and forth so that my ankles make clicking sounds, slowly arching my back and stretching my chest in preparation to start being me again. 391 more words