She collected dreams the way some gather seashells.
Walking along the coast of her life, she watched the waves crash down and waited for the tide to roll out. Her heart open, the woman searched. Carefully sifting through goals and intentions, she picked up the prettiest ones. Glimmering hopes and future fantasies jingled in the pocket of her pink skirt.
She remembered a time when her knuckles were white from gripping onto what might have been. Thinking back, she held her breath tight and felt the what ifs and how comes of her darker hours. Questions, worries and wishes used to rain down on her without mercy. She stumbled and wandered through the dark. Her heart was heavy and filled with fear.
Understanding came with time. Answers unfolded with perspective. She realized that focusing on the past brought more of the same. Worrying, wondering, and wishing distracted her from the magic of ordinary moments. She learned not to question things beyond her control. She learned to exhale, to let go, to look forward.
She collected dreams the way some gather seashells. With love and compassion for herself and those whom she would never meet, the woman whispered her dreams to the wind.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Beautifully written and something I so desperately needed to hear today.
This is just too beautiful for words… thank you so much for sharing!
Thank you for this. I think I am in the white knuckle phase myself. It is hard to not grapple for what is in the past when I do not have anything to turn towards in my present is incredibly challenging. I left my home and community last year to find new work opportunities and open myself to the possibility of a relationship, but I have been looking for work now for over a year with very little success. This week I find myself wondering if I should go back where I was, since at least there I had a supportive community. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on letting go.
I feel peaceful after reading this. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you. A reminder when I was grappling for something out of my control right now in my mind. Thanks for the deep sigh.
Thank you for helping me remember what’s important.
Absolutely gorgeous.
I often “try” so hard to let go . . . forgetting, of course, that letting go is release, surrender, ease. Not struggle.
Thank you for this beautiful reminder.
This is absolutely beautiful.
makes my soul smile, thanks for you.
Yes Yes Yes!!!
Thank you for this. So beautiful. Helped something in my heart to find peace this morning.
Thank YOU for all the lovely words! I am so grateful that my story is serving as a kind reminder for each of you.
We sometimes feel alone, but we never are. It helps to know that the experiences, pain & joy that we feel are shared.
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