Bless the moment I realize I am part of the background 🖤
I do try, but perhaps I outta not.
Thank the stars for the warmth of the sun. This beautiful earth. For a tree to sit with and talk to. Somewhere I exist even as small and quiet and careful as I am. Where my voice matters even if just a soft song on the wind.
Not part of the background but part of the universe. We all exist in a small part of the overall scheme of things. But that doesn’t mean any of us are less important. You’re thanking the stars but yet you’re made of stardust so think big. Your voice Carrie’s far with the wind.
And thanks for the visual. It’s a lot more calmer here.
