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When wide sky opens

5/26/2014

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Picture
When wide sky opens
what is there to do?
Feel small and scared
Run... and hide
Or embrace the invitation
heart full
thank full
awe filled.
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Mairéad link
6/5/2014 03:17:45 pm

Your beautiful words remind me of the song "Wide Open Spaces" by the Dixie Chicks. We all need to embrace those wide open skies,
"to find a dream and a life of our own,
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone."
Love that song - thanks for another thought-provoking post.
All the best!

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