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The "TIME LINE" - The Journey of Our Soul

Life is a journey and the blueprints are set before we come thrusting into the world. A path of golden lights guiding us through the darkness. There are many transitions along the way with bumps and bruises that we never anticipated. How do we survive? Are we equipped to go into battle.

This is how life can feel at times as there are many unknown paths and crossroads in this game we call life. The beauty of it all comes from the winds of change. With the ebbs and flows we grow, change and evolve into the person we were always meant to be.

For some the road is easier than others, but the “life lessons” are what challenges us to rise to the occasion drawing from our inner strength to lead the way. With the changing seasons we transform.

          WINDS OF TIME

Secret emptiness of her quiet being…

 Who is this beauty before me? This delicate flower looking to be set

Free into a field of dreams where she can prosper peacefully…

 Sun rise, sun set on a perfect spring

Day where the wind blows with whispers of

A painful past.  

 A story untold – silent like the stillness before

A storm brewing inside the core of this breakable

Flower trying to grow, survive the changing

Seasons.   Making it through the storm.   Winter so cold like a heart frozen in time, hibernating to

Protect oneself from the world around her…

 Waiting for the right climate to come forward Into the light and shine so bright!

 Story unfolding through the winds of time, Chiming in ones ear, louder for all to hear…

 What is she trying to say, actions pulling her Far away, wanting to make it, survive the storm,

Looking for summer to keep her warm… As the brisk air comes on in she is letting go

Of her personal sins, shedding the scars that have held her down, keeping her buried in the ground…

 Grateful for the gentle breeze, a loving hug a tight squeeze…   Saving her from those cold winters

Night, guiding her to the light…   Bumps and bruises along the way a survivor she

Is here to stay…

Written by: Lisa Zarcone

Author - Child & Mental Health Advocate - Public Speaker - Blogger - Social Media Influencer