As I walk through the wheat field, I allow myself to flow in the plant, from the grain to the roots. There, I can almost feel the plant, growing and strengthening itself... everyday, every minute. As if it is whispering in my ear, the story of it knowing itself.
I hear this story everyday now.
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It was just yesterday when I came upon this road. I would have walked about two miles on my feet when I stumbled upon this really pretty place. It was just getting dark so I decided to stop there for the night. It was a wheat field, two acres I'd say. Like lush brown grass. Tall and straight, as if it was proud of what it was. "Seems like the place I'd stay" I smiled. I went a little further down the sloping hill where it met the grassy plain, just a feet or two away from the field. Opened my bag and took out my shawl. "I'll be sleeping on you tonight" I said. And then I laughed when I realized that I had regarded a shawl as realistically as I would any person.
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They say it is never late to accept the truth, for it sets us free. And the truth I realized that day was that my step mom had abandoned me for good and that no one would be coming for me any time soon. "It's okayy," I consoled myself, sort of. "I'll be able to spend more time with me"
......to be continued.
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She came to know Herself.
SpiritualEllen has set foot on the road to discovering her true self. The journey is long, but it is worth the try. She came to know herself, do you?
