The gentler I am, the more I can shape my life.
As I gently put things in place, they take their own shape and the result is balanced and right.
I take my time. No rush.
I allow my experiences to unravel and form a new path.
It is like the curls on my head. If I force them to take a certain shape, they lose their natural ability to form to my head and unfold, just here, in a pattern of their own. If I give them time, their ability to be a presence is unfettered and free. If I respect them and trust them, they become more vivid and appealing in their own right.
Shaping and massaging change with a gentle hand provides a lasting impression on your history. It takes you into your future with a quiet strength and an enduring acceptance.
Shape gently, travel softly.
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This is poetry…beautiful, melodic and powerful all at the same time.
Cheers to a gentle shaping!