How does your heart feel at this moment?
What color is it beaming out?
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Actually, I am feeling tired and stressed out... overwhelmed... too many things to do today that I don't want to do - pushing up against a lot of things I'd rather be doing.
And my heart feels ... constricted, clenched up. It seems to be beaming out a sort of murky purple and brown color...
YUCK!
I'm going to take a chill pill, and a shower, and breathe some beautiful healing green into my heart...
I better get started RIGHT NOW!!
Warm, I so enjoy reading all the blogs and particpating...what a life:) I am sure the color is red and I bet it is real thick haha
My heart is probably sending out a murky brownish grey colour today. I also am feelling over whelmed with life and all I need to do. Especailly since I don't feel like doing any of it. I did just go for a short drive and the fresh air felt so good. Maybe there is hope yet.
Oh my heart has to be warm and pink. Warmed by the shiny sun rays that have to be shinning somewhere. Dreams are yours to share. Dan
Dreams are yours to share
My heart is a soft pink! What a fun question! Blessings!
I hope my heart feels healthy and red,
As I get of my bed!
(10 pm is my time to get ready for work)
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At this moment, my heart is thankfull and hopefull. 'I made it' to another day. Am curious what this day will bring.
The color beaming out are fire colors (yellow-red). The only way to make it when you live in ice world.
My heart's sending out a warm pink glow as I contemplate sitting down to a Thanksgiving dinner with my family just day after tomorrow...
My heart radiates various forms of red, for the passion, love, intensity, and fire in my soul as I live my journey, while sometimes stopping to reflect a paler form of red, almost pink--for the soft, tender, memories of the steps I've already traveled.
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