Musings from the dragons heart

Like white winged dove,

Soaring away from its prickle of a nest,

My life moves forward,

I can sit, reflect, blame, regret, doubt.

Reflections can be distorted to meet your imagination of what you believe you once were or did,

i am ready to see me for who I am,

I am ready to approach my next chapter in my life written in my own hand, for the first time I feel I have control.

Central to that is Roaming Wild who opened my eyes, taken me to places I have only really imagined.

We now on a journey to the future allowing fate to guide us, (it has done us well so far).

To all those who have spoken to me, befriended me and read my blogs I thank you, without you I would not be here.