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The Quiet of Yourself

No buffer between you and the world here. It’s so empty out here I can practically feel my emotions bouncing off the surfaces around me. It charges the air until I’m enveloped in a soft comfortable womb of myself and sky and sunshine on my nose. I’m practically humming at this point like a small electrical station. For a moment there is nothing wrong in this world and no weight or fear presses in on me. Cares are just passing clouds, and the horizon is the shape of your lips before they kiss me. The wind lifts up and twist a trindle of hair at the nape of my neck and I feel it shifting like God ran his finger around it. It gently lands back against my skin and I hear the crunch of gravel as it loosens from the shift of my weight and trickles down the mountain. The moments broken and I clammer down from my perch and head back towards my small party to rejoin life as we know it.

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About BethLanning

Im a scatterbrained dingbat but I have Ninja potential. This site is to catch all my scatterbrain in one place so it will be a pile of different things. The more I write the more I learn about the different piles of myself. I once thought it was all a ball of confusion and mess but I now see distinct areas taking shape. My Writing, Cooking and Food, Art, Poetry, Fitness Life, Projects, Learning to Organize, Personal Growth and its really a catch all and you never know what you'll get but isn't that just the way life is? See my other site for me and my husbands journey to build a Tiny hOme!

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