Friday, April 10, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
A White Balloon
As she let go of the white balloon, she wept. The tears were no longer the tears of anguish; they were the tears of sweet release. She refused to hold on to the pain, the hurt, the guilt and shame. She was instead allowing herself the chance to celebrate, the rejoice, to forgive herself (and others), and to love.
She kept her eye on that white balloon as it slowly drifted further and further away into the overcast night sky. She tried with all of her might not to lose sight of the balloon, knowing deep down that it would soon drift so far that she would no longer be able to see it. As it disappeared, she realized that just because it was no longer in her presence did not mean it was gone. It simply existed in a different place, possibly a different form.
So she let it go completely as she closed her eyes and smiled.
She kept her eye on that white balloon as it slowly drifted further and further away into the overcast night sky. She tried with all of her might not to lose sight of the balloon, knowing deep down that it would soon drift so far that she would no longer be able to see it. As it disappeared, she realized that just because it was no longer in her presence did not mean it was gone. It simply existed in a different place, possibly a different form.
So she let it go completely as she closed her eyes and smiled.
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