Light footsteps, barefoot
Treading soft dirt path
Amidst
Wildflowers and prairie
Sunlight beaming over me
Walking forward
A light lift in foot’s step
Smile spreads the face
Eyes wide with hope & curiosity
Because Life!
I am
Alive and living!
Scent of peony flowers fill the nose
While butterflies tickle bare summer shoulders
The birds sing a song so divine
One becomes lost in time
Slowly, intentionally
Walking the path
Deeper into the forest
Of dreams
Dreams creating reality
Heart leads my way
Spirit's soft breeze
Urging me forward
I am
Dreaming
Alive and living
Awake
Miracles surround me
Magic is at my fingertips
I am alive and dreaming
Of the life to which I will awake
About the Creator
Bridget Vaughn
Bridget Vaughn is a Freelance Writer and a Yoga Teacher with a passion for creating meaningful heartfelt content.
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
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