Pardon my look, I am under construction.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Vulnerability

I have been trying to figure out what I should write in this next post. Trying to consider my loved ones over a two thousand miles away. I have come to the conclusion that I know you all love me very deeply (which I am so grateful and humbled by) and all you would want to know is what is going on in this strangely small but yet abnormally big heart of mine. I find no other way then to share with you some of the writings that come from that deep well.  Now this is me being very vulnerable. So please, please, please know that these writings are extremely close to my heart. I will be posting one or two a week. So watch for them. :]]


Dance a Mural

She looks around and there's colors, colors everywhere.
It is a world that is made up with millions and millions of colors that surround her.
Most often times she is blown away with the beauty that lies before her.
But yet she wonders...

Wonders where are all the colors that she see's while dancing?
The unknown colors that are birthed with each movement of her body.
You see, when she dances, every fiber of her being produces color.
I guess you can say she a dances a mural that is not seen, but felt.

This mural is not like every other.
It is one that is derived from a place deep within.
Within her is love, peace, joy, and freedom.
Those things are that from which the colors are created.
Can you see it?

A serene place filled with these things.
These substances.
A place where people can come,
And have the freedom to be who they were always created to be.
Can you see it?





You've discovered her heart...