<font face=Verdana size=1 color=#F5D0A9>The Quieter You Become..</font>

not all those who wander
are lost

The air was crisp with scattered clouds in the sky. Sauntering along the shoreline of the lake the solitary fem was deep in thought like usual. Serenaded by the singing of all the creatures of the night helped soothe her busy mind as she searched for a peaceful area to observe her surroundings. The occasional glimpse of the moonlight glistened off of her silvered, slate, and russet toned coat which had darkened slightly as autumn aged closer to winter.

Finally settling on a location she allows herself to lay down a few yards from the water at the edge of the grass line. Her everlasting orbs gazing out on the lake, complacent with her surroundings at the present time. As the aromas swirled about the atmosphere she inhaled deeply allowing her receptors to decipher them all. Small fragments of her now shielded heart seemed to reach out and search for her long lost companion in every breath. No matter how much she blocked everything somehow a piece of her still searched for their scent. Keeping some shard of hope that she would catch a glimpse of that ever so familiar scent that would lead them back to one another.

It had been several months since their parting and the ache still felt so fresh. She didn't blame them, nor did she harbor any anger towards them, if anything she harbored anger towards herself. We go through all the daily motions of our mundane lives and when we find that other half of our soul that makes us grow into ourselves we tend to react negatively. Whether it be from fear or being unable to recognize the deep connection of the energies the mind seems to sabotage the union for the heart. Once the damage has been done they are left to walk the earth apart as their souls mourn and fight to be together again. All this turmoil and pain could subside if one would listen to their heart more. The intuition will carry you safely if it were to be trusted and cherished.

Appreciating and living in the now was such an exhausting task for so many from what the young lady had observed. Guilty of that herself she never judged others for it. Her deep understanding of it always seemed to help her read others and sometimes guide them to their calling paths. It always left her questioning though; when would she find her own path or had she already found it? Feeling as though a guide were telling her to keep searching, to keep giving to others, and to be true to herself.. she obeyed.

G V G E Y U ' I

her soul belongs to none

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