BeachGirlInPinkShells

Precious Pink Sand

I was a balmy breeze, casually here and there, but suddenly gone. I was a thousand grains of precious pink sand slowly slipping through soft finger tips that grasped at me. I’ve surfed the turbulent oceans of despair and relentlessly explored the great vastness of the world until my body collapsed in exhaustion. Life is heartbreakingly beautiful a series of sunrises, sunsets, triumphs and disappointments. I feel most alive in the midst of transformation, courageously shedding old skin to be birthed again raw and new. I am well-versed in letting go, normally able to boldly exhale and swiftly set fire to the past never looking back, while painstakingly gathering the ashen wisdom to build a more abundant future.

I am now anchored to you. When a ship drops Anchor it grounds itself, and secures itself, to something from which it will not move it stabilizes itself from the waves, tides, currents and various other movements which the sea may throw at it. With you I am still light and airy, like winds in a ships sail, yet I no longer skim the surface of life, I no longer lack the depth that I was missing. I am carefree and sparkly like the reflection of the sun in rolling waves. My effervescence emanates from caring so deeply about you and our future together. I feel alive, wings fully spanned, feeling the firm ground beneath my feet welcoming the fiercest winds to whirl through my wispy hair because you’ll be there to catch me if I waiver. Let us spread our wings together and soar, fly long, fast, hard and fly unapologetically into the incredible lives we are meant to live.

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