As human beings we are a blend of our mother, father..some characteristics, physical traits stronger than others...maybe we inherited our grandmothers blue eyes..or our fathers smile...maybe our moms beauty. As time passes we let go of our parents hands, ready to fly..ready to be the beautiful soul, we were meant to be...often choosing harder paths, stumbling, only to find out that bruise, pushed us forward, out from our cocoon. Or that word from a wise friend, stuck to us like glue yet got us out of something where we were held down. Maybe it was a teachers vision of you that helped your dream unfold. Maybe it was your grandpas way of telling stories, that had you determined to make your own. Look deep into the mirror of who you are...the gift is standing still long enough.,.to see what a beautiful canvas from the artist(creator) youve become. So the next time you stand in front of your mirror...in your blue jeans and shirt....look across your shoulder..and say hey...i just might be the next Picasso. :) its really not that kind to insult the artist. Beauty isnt just an outer reflection, the inner must align. The inner beauty is kinda like a belt to hold your outer beauty up...your pants would drop to the ground without it so to speak. Be the beauty in someones day today,,,your dog or animal included :)...cinch up your belt and be the stroke of color you came here to be.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 17:44:00 +0000
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