The paths of the mountains weave and turn flowing upward
like the rivers down to nurture the mesas. The rhythm of Life. Setting the dream, the intent surrenders the
how. I only have to continue the path.
The best trees and beauty are often found on the unplanned paths of nature.
What will BE, what IS, remains unbound by time, calendars and unforeseen
events. Love is boundless. I choose Love. I choose Flow worrying not about the
path.
There is no such thing as being blindsided, disruptions,
detours, nor denial. They are simply whispers to look around and discover the
unseen flower, tree or the reflection of the sun streaming through the dense
forest or mountain path. A gentle whisper...."Here." Choose Love.
Choose Life. Choose abundance. Choose Laughter. Sweet mercy, choose to See.
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