| The waters of life [+ favourites]
My life is moving like a flowing river, constantly cutting through a path, it demonstrates a myriad emotions, it knows that nothing ever lasts. A quiet stream may trickle slow and easy, its calm and gentle whisper penetrates my dreams. And yet nothing quite so simple seems to please me and nothing quite so complex seems to tease. As that sleepy river starts to awaken and rocks and rapids introduce a change of pace, I feel my senses sharpen, am I mistaken? Is my life a river or a race? And as the rush of water nears its final goal, the energy of my life force takes a turn, then suddenly the sum of all my parts are whole, I feel there's little left I need to learn. Finally the river finds the ocean, its vast expanse sets my spirit free and now I know my mind is open as the waters of my life mingle with the sea. So now my soul is moving with the tides of my emotions, I'm free to ebb and flow in gentle waves and I know now that my devotion to my children and my ife behaves just like the ever-changing, ever-flowing gentle river travelling towards the sea, and the waters of my life are ever changing to suit whatever form it may decide to be. Sorceress.
""Each child holds the world in an open hand to mould it into any shape they choose.""
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