She sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.
LUCY MARY BALLBe soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
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I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.
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She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Who is in control, the mind or the soul; is it the changing thoughts the presence despite what rises and falls.
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Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
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Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
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What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
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Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.
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Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.
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I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.
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The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
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Why is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.
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She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.
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Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
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