I love just being. It's quiet time in my heart and I am experiencing life. It's when I am holding a child in my arms, no words are being said, but love is being communicated. It's the moment I am out walking and I look up and see the blueness of the sky. I breathe in and smell the trees around me. My soul is filled with gratitude and every beat of my heart is in rhythm with love, I am in the presence of holiness, walking on sacred ground. I am being.
The Writing On The Wall
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