A Collection of Oddities, Surrealism and Possibly Too Much Wine.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
I Am.
Here I am on the eve before my 22nd
birthday and I am filled with joy, love and contentment.
I am listening to old India Arie albums. Her music has always had a
way of feeding my soul when I'm starving, healing my heart when
it aches and making my spirit soar
higher than the moon and stars.
I'm conversating with the angels
through song who have been by my side
through all my good and bad times, sending up thanks and gratitude
to them.
I'm bathing in nostalgia mixed with
lavender and vanilla.
I'm shedding another layer of myself.
I'm having a private party celebrating
how far I've come and the person I am
now. The sacrifices I made, the roads
I took, the mistakes I chose, the
people I met, the love and loss that
was exchanged on a daily basis has led to here and now.
I am thankful and regret nothing.
I am ready.
I am loved. I am humbled. I am emotional. I am spiritual. But
above all else, I am Human. Take
me as I am <3
"I want to go where the mountains are
high enough to echo my song. I want
to go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame. I want
to go where the stars shine bright
enough to show me the way. I want to go where the wind calls my name. . ."
-India Arie.
As always,
Xoxo,
B.
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I hope 22 is as great as 21 was, Benny!
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