In my quest for rituals I discover what I don’t need. I don’t need to know what I am letting go of. I don’t need to know what I will receive. Instead, I need to trust.
In my quest for rituals I discover what I don’t need. I don’t need to know what I am letting go of. I don’t need to know what I will receive. Instead, I need to trust.
Macro photos of ice longingly reflecting the freedom of sky and trees; and of yellow butterfly floating towards mountains. My rituals are clamoring to be discovered.
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Macro photos of yellow california poppy on the rocks and pink magnolia petal on green grass. Clearly, I have more work to do. I don’t want it to hurt.
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Macro photos of frosted covered Japanese maple pods and sunlit orange yellow lily. I claim my stolen stories to make them my own, frozen mysteries and all.
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Macro photos of golden swirling water and of pink peony on blue sky. Beyond emblazoned upon each – a dedication to my word for the year and all it will mean.