I envision a free spirit, as a magnificent bird that glides gracefully through life. Unaware of it's amazing beauty and it's ability to see the world with untarnished eyes. It doesn't know the advantages it has over others and sometimes oblivious to the reality of things. It's majestic wingspan is the true power of it's being. Until a tragedy happens, painfully damaging that which makes it angelic, its wings forced to get clipped. Debilitating to its soul... it becomes a sad pathetic creature unable to exhibit the strength, grace and beauty it was once had. Existence can feel like windless days , lacking the life force and magic that guides its direction. Nurturing and fortitude could still allow the spirit to experience a fruitful existence...as long as it remembers its true purpose in life. Do you nurture and tend to that which needs you most? Do you allow it to wither away into a lifeless existence? Or does your need of survival take over? Instincts...your number one advocate will push at your lowest deepest hardest characteristic... uttering an aroused interest to produce an effect that will validate and emancipate your vital force.
Your life force...
Dauntless you...
Valiant flying...
My divine partners in flight...
-Liz ; )
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