Haunted forward by a future unfolding in dark cobwebbed corners of imagination and dank musty caverns of unfounded worry. The phantasms conjured there feed on fear of what may be, what could happen, what might take place; and frighten us away from the beauty of what is and the hope of what will be. Rise up; ring boldly the bells of becoming to signal to any and all that “It is me! I am here! Nothing and no one possesses the power to stop me from living this magnificent mystery of life!” Then, step boldly into what’s next and who you have yet to be.
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