Breathing

I breathe in to replenish my soul from all that I have put out and taken in. I feel myself exhausted on my natural energy as I strive to sort the chaos into flow.  Incoming chaos sorted and held long enough to feel the presence of the energy around me and I in my own place pulsing within that space. The chaos is not mine alone but standing here with my pulse strong and beating I claim my place.  Focused outward on within. I find my calm, my breath,.and we begin.

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About Laura DeLucio Gross

The beauty of the word is the subconscious nature in which it finds it's way upon our lips or past our fingertips. The stroke of our fingers on a pen or a key or the softest breath carried past our lips have such an impact that friends, relatives and strangers can carry such words with them in their minds, to come along with us on a journey into our thoughts. In our darkest hours we must always remember to remain conscious that people have lived and died by words. I am a wife, mother, confidant and friend to many. There are no strangers in my world. Only friends that I have not yet had a chance to know. Sensually minded, self-educated, street wise, natural living, power tool wielding, minimalist mom with transcendental aspirations.
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