Looking back

When recalling where we came from to get where we are, my memories are of an unbroken string of gems, beads, and stones. All the moments and memories, good and bad, rough and polished, lead to this Present Moment. It can be ignored, wasted, neglected…or polished, treasured, associated with talismatic power. The Imagination and Will always are dancing, always creating. If not directed, they will find forms on their own. But they beg to be put in harness, used for a purpose, or they burn themselves to cinders.

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