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I questioned myself the other day, about the words I find myself writing. I show my emotions too much, write from too deep of a speaking gut, and my heart is written over daily. Because of this writing habit it’s presented me a gift—a new friend to remind me of the everlasting gift. What is life? For now, think of it as the appreciation of this next breath you take.

…..so did you take the breath yet?

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

This is my gift.

This is my loving gift.

My gift to me. 

My gift to you. 

My gift to life. 

I wake up. 

Mind says what what what am I? 

Mind has so many questions.

My heart has 1 answer.

I stretch. 

I flex. 

I run. 

I breathe, see, feel, sense & witness.

I am just this.

Every bit of what I witness.

Letting me be this gift.

I am just this being. 

And then arising for my being.

This is my loving gift. 

I am this loving gift. 

-Written by a new friend.