It takes a fearless young child to make us stop in our tracks and remember the song of the fierce wind eating through self imposed notions of reality. Eva laughed heartily and ran towards the mighty wind as a force of nature Herself... And so she appeared to take big steps through empty space...but when I looked again, I saw her filling up the gaps of this living moment we missed...my joy became the spinning center of my Being and the twig she offered me became a scepter for holding up the innocence of the Source Child... It takes a fearless young child to remember her way home and all the mysterious shortcuts we lost by growing up. (c) Cezarina Trone 3/17/16
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