"It is play, not properness, that is the central artery, the core, the brain stem of creative life. The impulse to play is an instinct..."~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
and may your blessings on this day-o-wuv come in the reminder: Every situation presented us is one in which we have but one choice, How can I love right now just a little bit more?
Kelly me girl......Love just a bit more???? Love is like the grass of Spring or the seed of an Apple...It grows as it will grow. Or as in the case of the Apple, it may get pecked by the birds of the air and later be made into cider. Still good! Just let things grow according to their season...
ah yes good reminder and put so fine, as well. i mean only the principal of love, that which we may aspire to raise our light or vibratories towards--as in metta. which, btw, may you my friend beeeeee happpyyyyyyyyyyyyy xo
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Kelly me girl......Love just a bit more???? Love is like the grass of Spring or the seed of an Apple...It grows as it will grow. Or as in the case of the Apple, it may get pecked by the birds of the air and later be made into cider. Still good! Just let things grow according to their season...
ah yes good reminder and put so fine, as well. i mean only the principal of love, that which we may aspire to raise our light or vibratories towards--as in metta. which, btw, may you my friend beeeeee happpyyyyyyyyyyyyy xo
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