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In my past life I was a part of a set of rebellious hippie triplets

We harness the same equally measured spirit. With organic ease naturally mirroring matched levels of high vibrations that entertain heightened emotional intelligence to be equip to demonstrate engagement with their individual assessment using discernment and intuitiveness. Each sister took up playing instruments. We were all age 7. If memory serves my well, that day I was in fact saved! Both instruments, the drums and the piano, are far too bulky to take on ride alongs and they never refrain from disrupting the natural harmony of music brought in a jam session. As in situations where someone is deeply compelled by the tempo meeting the melody mounting a vibe that is ushered in right on time. Yeah, my guitar invites movement that compliments my aesthetic and my frame. I do more than quite all right, as I command this instrument, my instrument does not command me.

I had chosen the guitar, being able to sway my spirit between angry moods and enlightened days all with the use of my acoustic strings. This instrument always served me well

Modeling hair that flowed, long and brown with a sort of messy mousy cut that hung past my shoulders. Wearing the usual…..light & flowy sheer skirts that enhance the display of my lengthy physique. Oftentimes, more than not, the skirt is paired with a college statement hoodie that advertises where I received my education.

Forever riding one deep to the outskirts, sometimes letting the sounds of nature take the lead in where I gravite too, I’ll end up at a mountain with Mary Jane Falls waterfall serving as the attraction. When I arrived there’s hardly any one someone in sight. I do not get disappointed, in fact my spirits are heightened as I know I’ve been longing and craving for a time that allows me to be to myself, utilizing my instrument not by way of other indulging in like a concert or a show. This time alone permits me to clear the palette of my mind and gain clarity from within as I play my heart out, shifting my own frequency, inviting that which habitats in nature to gravitate inward and share their own notes of personal stylized unmeasured notes they offer to match my energy, catching my vibe to my surprise with my guitar set by me taking up weirdly geometrically placed space in the passenger seat

Riding in my freshly detailed rugged Jeep wrangler, I sit on the rocks to indulge in a solstice and let my finger paint the late afternoon showing clouds on pinkish yet orange hues play out my hearts desire and sorrows are drowned out, casting in the direction winds have induced their strength, like that of a tangerine I allow myself to peel, open, and bloom embracing becoming one with the earth

I am one third of a set of rebellious hippie-fied triplets