Soar

Best part about the breeze was the light play across the concrete squares. Just simple part of the day. Makes me go back to the country of my grandparents. The scores that were played by the sun and clouds down upon fields of golden wheat.

Then relaxing into a zone upon the shifts of light and shade. I closed my eyes for a long period of the time out. Enjoyed the breeze and sneezed a few times for the cutting of grass. Typical.

Grand times. I loved every second. Didn't pay attention to anything else until my neighbor was talking to me. Asking me a whole lot of questions. I didn't even hear her. She felt I was ignoring her. She shook me. Ugh.

And then I went right back to the dreamy state. Enjoying that calm, warm breeze. Plus the music.

Just the nicest way to pull me up.

Lifting the spirit as the recollections and nature inspired. So beautiful. Simple. Wonderful.

Now the words of Chasing cars rolls through me. Just ready for a chai tea and some artwork. I was inspired in the best way today. I got answers.

I can't be anything but me now. Free. Loving who I am becoming.

So soar. Soar and listen your heart, your mind for the real answers. Search and find. Lean and learn. Hope and find peace.

Really looking forward to the goodness that have been found for me. Seems I was stuck in a motionless life for a few years. Tearing but only being cold. Still now I am out. Learning and being the Mary that needs to be here.

Oh how I love that exploration. Looking for more times to be me.

Smile. Love yourself, if possible. Soar.