SPRINGS THAT NEVER DRY UP.

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"Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that’s where you renew your springs that never dry up.” ----- Pearl Buck (1892 – 1973)
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It is a beautiful place to be. I keep returning to it.
I'm sure you have yours, too. Connect with it.
Hugs to you all!
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(Here's a piece written long ago, May 28, 2012 to be exact, for someone back then who needed to know that being alone need not be lonely.) 

. It’s not all the time that I want company, or listen to the noise of endless banter, or watch the chaotic human parade of other people’s lives. It’s vexing to the mind, is wearying to the heart, and tires the soul down. It leads to confusion and troubling vibrations in the air turning my world upside down. It’s startling how all these can touch your own sphere of life and leave you so drained by it all.
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Sometimes … I simply want to be alone. To be there in the my own moment just being - To feel the soft breeze on my face – To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin – To hear birds chirping on the trees – To feel the waters under my feet walking by the seashore – To touch the petal of a flower – To watch the sun go down on the horizon – To let the rain touch my skin – To write my dreams on clouds of flight – To be still - To hear my heartbeat.
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Sometimes I simply want to be that little child on God’s lap. I remember those times when I told Him .................. about how Peter and Jane have hurt me in school ----- to ask him to make Billy the Bully a good boy so that he won’t bother me again when I walk by his house ---------- to tell my mom and dad to please know why I cry when they leave for the office ----------- to tell Him how bad I feel because Santa Claus didn’t give me a puppy for Christmas --------- to ask Him to make grandpa well again so that we could play--------- to thank Him for letting Mom cook my favorite spaghetti with huge meatballs every Saturday!!
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Sometimes I simply want to be with my thoughts – thinking of the past and the things it has left me with – thinking of the present and how it’s forming my tomorrows – wondering what my tomorrows will be like or when I will be finally gone.
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Sometimes I simply want to BE – seeing my flaws, mistakes, imperfections – seeing how fragile and vulnerable I truly am – looking at my limitations, my borders, my walls – and yet understanding that I too have my own strengths, potential, and the power to dream. That everything there, good or bad, has shaped who I am. That all that I was, is, and will be is the story of my life.
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Sometimes I simply want to be here – with nothing – doing nothing – yet loving everything.
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Learn to treasure your alone moments. Do not be afraid. It's a precious gift, too!