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Random blabberings 3mnths

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By: christina popejoy
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Well the months are just flying by.

I do feel like this whole experience is making me more aware of the world and what is going on in it.

I feel like my dreads are a true extension of my soul on the outside, baring this is a vulnerable thing, yet exciting. I'm happy. Yet heartbroken by some of the things that this world is going through right now. I suppose with dreading you need a lot of patience and this patience is making me slow down more and enjoy moments that I would usually rush past. Good and bad.

There is a need for me to be connected to outside more now. I used to work outside in a forest full time and I miss it dearly. And i have kinda been clouded with university busyness and city life. Yet more recently my husband and I have been seeking out new woodland around Bath. Although the beauty of the woodland we used to work in was truly unbeatable. It was magical.

This process is teaching me that my soul our souls are so special they need to be cherished and filled with the goodness, faith, nature, love, peace. Then we can share this with others. I feel this beauty has nothing to do with me. ITs about just being open to it. Its a God thing for me, for he sustains my soul with these things. I'm not always deserving of these gifts yet they are freely given.

Grace is a beautiful thing, To share and receive. I want to practice this more.

One thing I am certain of this. There is more than this everyday. There are beautiful places waiting to be explored, relationships to be formed, forgiveness to be dealt and received, Sorrow to be cast away and joy to be found. Love to be given and received. This process is allowing me to look past the superficiality of everyday and deeper into everything. Life is the journey love is the destination.

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