July 5, 2015
Old souls enter my life like the gentlest of a summer breeze stirring love in my heart and wisdom in my mind.
bee moth
Compared to their blooming fragrance,
queen anne’s lace
I am but a bud.
queen anne’s lace bud.
As I continually strive for growth, I attempt to emulate them, for they open new doors to the possibility of being.
Teaching me with their quiet ways. . .
like a nudge from God.
a mockingbird singing it’s mimicking song
Sometimes I wonder, who would I be if my soul suddenly awoke to all it’s potential?
Who would I be if I were an old soul?
At times I’ve had glimpses, but it fades. With me, there is an ebb and flow to my potential attached to the drama of life.
Old souls do not ebb; they only flow. . .
flow with love. . .
always with love. . .
for that is our core. Underneath all of the drama, at the core of each one of us, lies love.
The birds have their song. . .
the flowers have their bloom. . .
and we?
We have our love.
‘But the greatest of these is love.’
Let
it
out.
Blessings
from
the
prairie.
Beautiful photos. Thank you.
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Thank you for your kind words and for following my blog. Blessings.
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You are welcome.
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I loved this post. The words, the photos and the bee moth! I always wondered what those strange little creatures were.
blessings to you, too.
A
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Thanks Adrienne. These creatures are new to me. So fun to learn what my camera teaches.
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Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
I woke up this morning to this beautiful post. It’s going to be a good day. Enjoy.
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Beautiful post. What a wonderful way to start my day. Reblogged on http://www.mythsofthemirror.com
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What?! You are PUBLISHED! That’s like old soul in my wannabe writer world. Thank you for the compliment, and for starting my day off to a great start.
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Ha ha. Some of my characters might be old souls, but that’s about as far as it goes. I do love meeting people who feel like old souls, so connected to the heart with an innate wisdom that transcends physical boundaries and circumstances. ❤
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I like summer breeze the best.
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Good. I hope many blow your way.
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More beautiful pictures
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Thank you kind Derrick.
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Beautiful uplifting writing and photos, Julie. I wouldn’t want to have missed this.
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Thank you Annika. So glad you enjoyed. Peace to you.
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Lovely…again. Peace, Prairie Princess
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Peace to you Flower Alley. I find myself wondering what the b12 stands for. Thanks for your visit.
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The number 12 is my lucky number for many reasons. I won’t divulge this because it might help someone steal my identity. Plus Vitamin B12 keeps ticks off. Ha!
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Now I’ll get those nasty buggers. I did not know that about Vitamin B12 and ticks. Thanks.
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Julie, And we also have your fantastic posts! Many thanks! 🙂 Fabio
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You are so kind. Blessings to you, my friend.
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Wonderful post .. Gorgeous pics and prose. Bring on the love 🙂
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Thanks Julie. Sending love your way.
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Lovely pictures. I once wrote a post about the concept of the Old Soul, now I wish I’d used some pics like these. Beautiful. thanks. ☺ Van
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There’s still time. . .that’s the beauty of a blog. You can do reruns. Thanks for stopping by.
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Thank you for your peace and wisdom.
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Thank you for your kindness and encouragement.
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Julie, oh these words are so beautifully penned. New soul or old soul, we all are Love. When we realize this, we do flow, rising above the dramas of Life as we observe as from a distance. Your images shine with your Light and your gentleness and your words speak such Truth in utter simplicity. How perfect you are!! Thank you for this Gift you gave me today!! Love, Amy ❤
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Beautifully expressed…
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