It`s been too long since I heard raindrops and it dries my creativity and logic. My books untouched, watercolors unscattered on my desk and so little strokes on my sketchpad. What`s the matter girl? Lost for words or inspiration? Maybe worse, my art faded with time. I get a little scared during this moment of my journey...
A voice whispers again, that sometimes in our journey to our true north, we will not be given the weather we want. The climate will be provided not dictated. We must fit in and learn to like the skies. It may not be our dream but it must be what we need!
I still believe God has chartered the path before I accepted the trip. My passport is ready, my bag`s full of hope with faith as my compass...I`m boarding!!! Can you come with me? Let`s enjoy this once in a life time travel, together! Hurry, the cab is waiting! ♥
May your Choices
reflect your Hopes
not your Fears. ---Nelson Mandela
A voice whispers again, that sometimes in our journey to our true north, we will not be given the weather we want. The climate will be provided not dictated. We must fit in and learn to like the skies. It may not be our dream but it must be what we need!
I still believe God has chartered the path before I accepted the trip. My passport is ready, my bag`s full of hope with faith as my compass...I`m boarding!!! Can you come with me? Let`s enjoy this once in a life time travel, together! Hurry, the cab is waiting! ♥
May your Choices
reflect your Hopes
not your Fears. ---Nelson Mandela
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