I sat here.
Content.
Content I say…
Eyes closed.
As my lungs were inhaling and exhaling with deliberation.
And I hurled…
With the force of frustration; those burdens that would drain me of my empowerment, into the tempest of the stream never to be seen again.
And…
I rejoiced in its defeat.
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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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Hope it helped. Prayers for continued enpowerment. Merry Christmas!
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This is an old reflection and if memory serves… It worked like a charm Audrey!
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Even better when it’s an old reflection. I was hoping your season was bright. 🙂 Merry Christmas, Shun.
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Thanks Audrey, it is coming along 🙂
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Deeply inspiring. Eloquently spoken and deeply meaningful. Breathtaking 🙂
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My niece just asked me to define the word content. I enjoyed your reflection, short and to the point. “This to shall pass” they say…and I’m glad for the stream 🙂
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Thanks for reading Twright, I truly appreciate it! The stream is often taken for granted as we neglect to schedule time to cast our burdens into it at regular intervals.
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Beautiful. It makes me think of a scene from a powerful book I teach with my fifth graders–Bridge to Terabithia. I wouldn’t spoil it if you’ve never read it, but I can say that there is a lot of water symbolism in the book. 🙂
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Thank you Michelle, I’ll have to check that out!
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Reblogged this on Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature.
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