Thursday, February 28, 2013
As I open myself to the world, claiming that I am her property, the lighter I find my body. I am floating; suspended in the air, gliding through the darkness, and shining the light on all that is. I continue to create what is needed, and throw out what is not. My thought train is becoming less emptier with negative passengers; I am filled with positivity. The light in my head shines upon all who cross my path. The openness fills me with hope. Our home is soon to be restored. The pressure is being lifted off my shoulder; the creativity is flowing fluidly. I Am that I Am, I Am that I am.