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Yellow Bear JourneysAboutCome, back into the light. The Wind calls to me. |
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Again, I find myself walking on the beach. Come back into the light. I find myself thinking, What if we&';re really living in Paradise and just don&';t know it? What if my selfie painting is almost complete, it just needs the final brushstrokes? Could it be possible that I really am happy, I&';m just the last person to find out?
Buried in a trunk at the bottom of a lake, I left my best self &n-; Yellow Bear. Years later when I went to retrieve him/me, the trunk was empty. Here he came walking down toward the lake, greeting me with, Oh Hi there. Turns out he couldn&';t stay buried long. He just had to be free. So all that while, my best self had been out and about and nobody had told me. Or I just hadn&';t listened.
The Beach. I like walking on the beach, any beach; meeting with the Wind; encountering Nature at it&';s most playful. The insights and healings which come are fantastic. And I can&';t wait to return, especially when I help somebody else experience this. &l";Paradise, I&';m coming home!&r";