I have to believe we were not born to spend portions of our life condemned to a state of limbo, forgotten by our deepest dreams, deprived of joy or the sensations gifted by nature. Even if I've experienced situations that have yet to provide me with satisfying answers—or come together in any way that makes sense to me—I must allow myself to be uplifted by each season.
Whatever you're going through, even while some things still feel raw and confusing inside, know you are loved and life invites you to step outside and be refreshed. Be inspired. Let your pulse race free with the morning’s faithful light… - Susan Fybort
I'm stepping out from wooded shadows and into the bright arrival of a fresh day. Beyond the forest, rugged trees give way to a clearing as I walk beside new possibilities. Along the path, I gather tattered pieces from seasons past to place with care upon the mantke. And to my surprise what I discover, resting nestled and preserved, are scattered dreams now recollected, their colors vibrantly reminding amid the slender pines. Entwined with twigs and fallen needles, I find childhood dreams that have lost thie way, i uncover wild dreams yet unbroken, and dreams that used to keep me up at night, still restless and alive. Now is the time I pick them up, dust them off and let them breathe into a winder opening. Let their pulse race free with promise. Let them blend with each morning's faithful light. - Susan Fybort
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