What a joy to be able to catch a thought mid-air, to keep it buoyant and full of life.
To decide how a thought can land, or stay in the air, or maybe float off into the sky.
To choose its next course, to hold that within me. How freeing. There’s never the wrong way or the right way. Only that way that makes sense to me in a moment of time.
Holding my thoughts, my feelings, like the lightest of feathers gives me freedom.
Freedom to explore.
To take a new route, or keep floating along the one that feels right, feels alive, and full of richness.
I can breathe, I can be, I can feel, and I can choose. What a gift.
– Lauren
