Being true to oneself.

 

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The recent nights are frosty and starry. 

The mornings which follow are skyblue and chilling as we walk Coyote Hill, 

up

out

into

the forest. 

Being who I am —

highly sensitive and often deep in thought —

my reflections turn lately to being true to myself and who I am, 

the me I was created to be by my higher power. 

Too often I slip into 

what do others want me to do?

 The wheels turn and the squirrel runs endless circles in its cage. 

What should I do? What do they want me to do? How do I make them happy??

Then I remember to take a deep breath, call the pack to me, and we slip out the door and into the open spaces where I let it all go. 

To thine own self be true. 

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