Tag: Reflection
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What is the face of pure, simple JOY
When a dog is happy, loved, and cared for it is one of the truest, un-filtered, un-restrained outbursts of pure joy we can ever see. They’re not worried if they are wagging their tail too hard or drooling a little too much, it’s just an expression of pure joy with no other care in the…
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What do you dream about? Is it delicious?
I once knew a 4-year-old girl. Every morning if you asked her what she dreamt about she would say something along the lines of “Cupcakes and cotton candy clouds and cookie trees”. Well, most of the time anyway. The dreams of a child are so simply beautiful. They know what they want and they have…
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What is the next adventure?
Remember when you were young and every new turn was a new adventure? Every forest could be the magical one where the Last Unicorn is hiding and every path was a path to the fun and wild unknown. We may not have been fully fearless, but we were without fears like “how will this align…
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May you never be broken again
If you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing the song “Blackbird” by Alterbridge, please allow me to share a part of it that speaks to my soul: Let the wind carry you homeBlackbird, fly awayMay you never be broken againBeyond the suffering you’ve knownI hope you find your wayMay you never be broken again We’ve…
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How many layers and details go into your comfort?
For me, the deep smell of coffee, the steam on my face, and the warm mug in my hand all represent comfort. My real comfort is curled up and comfy, silence (unless nature is singing), maybe a warm blanket, and some coffee. But that’s just the first layer. Real comfort is what happens inside. It’s…
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The Unconforming Dog
What does his face say to you? What emotions do you see in those big eyes? I see an image much like my own. Messy, different, colorful, but not understood. Yet still beautiful. Still worthy of love and affection. Gloriously unique. What would it look like if, just for today, you loved every drip and…
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Abstract Colors Have Freedom and Joy
Colors and shapes, that seem to be so random and make no sense, yet just flow into each other. Messy, drippy, and fun – the strokes don’t conform to anything, they don’t need anyone’s approval to simply be what they are. They just come into existence with full confidence and unknown purpose.