Her life in the place once called Liberty was a dream coming true, even if she could not see it yet. Held by the grounding of nature's goodness and angels above, she moved through the day like turquoise in a scrumptious sherbet sundae. On the edge of a soul simple satisfaction, she stood, feet planted in a quiet confidence, to take in her delight in the tangerine skies and the way the guardians lit freedom's path with the subtle flourish of a flame she had searched for all her life.
What is your essential story of life? What is alive in you?