In My Solitude
By Ronnivashti Whitehead
In my solitude I rest on my green couch and remember what I have to be grateful for. I think about what makes me happy and who I love. I look at all the pictures displayed around my home, they remind me where I come from, all the faces - my mom, father,nieces, nephews, sisters, brothers, friends, the man I love, inspire me to be my Best Self. My community is a manifestation of my wealth. In my solitude I contemplate my three decades and marvel at the dreams of my youth now manifest. In my solitude I see a great vision for my life and I ask Spirit what I must become and what I must do to realize that vision. In my solitude I ask, "How may I serve?".
By Ronnivashti Whitehead
In my solitude I rest on my green couch and remember what I have to be grateful for. I think about what makes me happy and who I love. I look at all the pictures displayed around my home, they remind me where I come from, all the faces - my mom, father,nieces, nephews, sisters, brothers, friends, the man I love, inspire me to be my Best Self. My community is a manifestation of my wealth. In my solitude I contemplate my three decades and marvel at the dreams of my youth now manifest. In my solitude I see a great vision for my life and I ask Spirit what I must become and what I must do to realize that vision. In my solitude I ask, "How may I serve?".
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