I'm not a big dreamer - I generally *never* remember anything from the point my eyes close to when my alarm goes off in the morning. But for some reason I remembered something from the other day. Not much... more of a feeling and a touch, a vague recollection of something monumental. This is the product:
A voice tells me, "I am what my choices make me," and my visceral reaction is revulsion, rebellion, and rejection. I am much more than just my choices. I am also the conscious or unconscious thoughts - not acted upon - but are just as much part of the fabric of my being. I am the feelings that bubble beneath the surface and frequently (but not always) find their way out of my lips. I am love unrequited, secrets untold, and connections unfound. I am still a brilliant, analytical and pragmatic individual who influences the world around her, but I am so much more.
"Calm" says the colors that swirl in my vision. "Love" says the warmth that holds me close. I am enveloped in the perfection of unassuming, shameless love. Whoever you are, whatever form you might take, we resonate together. I am filled with hope for whatever the next moment brings, and there is an abundance of love for any soul crossing my path today.
~Jenn
