In the direction we move windblown memories flood over our fast-paced, slow moving steps. Captures if one could capture them all, a collection filed within the heart. Movement in all forms, purpose-driven. We cannot sit back when we were meant to run. Around the world and back leave not love unwrapped for the unwrapping is meant. In that we stop along the way, another crosses our path for reason. As much as we try to carry the sun with us sometimes she settles down, yet her whispers are evident upon her return. Prior to what we do motivation wants to be a determining factor. Keep steady in your steps that leads to the hearts of others. A hand to lend, hold not back lending. Sometimes we fall, yet we get back up and such in the getting back up reach out to another in need of lifting. We were made for one another to care for and love open-heartedly. ♥ Dawn
