Dancing in Destiny

With hair made of strawberries and a soul full of dance, the Angel atop the emerald hill glided along the dew-drop laden grass, twirling melodically like a lullaby of love

Climbing up the emerald hill, with layers of old wise trees covered in snowflake moss, I met her at the peak. My dress light, feet assured, spirit peaceful, and vision clear

The wings on my back were becoming more visible and I felt them lift me into the air so that I may kiss the breeze and touch the treetops alongside this beautiful dancer with strawberry hair 

No words. Communicating with our eyes

Swaying, leaping in free form amongst the tree tops, holding hands, and sweetly spinning each other higher to the heavens above. We gazed at the light in every direction with wonder, peered down at our feet twinkling in clouds, and giggled in delight

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I grew my Angel wings and my inner dancer called me to merge and become the dancing Angel I was born to be. I flew and waltzed through silken wisps of white and saw the island made just for me, floating amongst the heavens. The sunrise of iridescence came, bestowing me with an illuminated halo

With grace, I descended through the clouds smelling of gardenias and hope

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My destiny has been written. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes instantaneous- jumping timelines to see it has been here all along... I sketched and drew this strawberry dancer countless years ago as I searched for my truth and who I was to be. I drew her not knowing why 

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Today it came together, and I see it was me winking at future me. I wink back to her and wink at future me. Observing current me writing- this never-ending exquisite story

The Wings

The Hill 

The Strawberries 

The Dance

The Temple of Light

The Heavens

The Peaches

Now I see

The Angels are there, here, near

They are you and they are me

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Dancing Closer with the ones I love

Dancing closer with the ones I have yet to love, calling them to join

Today I Danced with Destiny, and she is a Beauty to Behold