• The deepest color of sapphire blue.
  • Glowing sunsets, the sky awash in every color across the horizon.
  • Strong gusts of wind with my hair blowing behind me.
  • The steady roar of the ocean, a backdrop of sound interrupted only by the crash of waves on the rocks and the call of gulls.
  • Baby animals curled up and protected, snuggly.
  • Starry nights and watching the lights twinkle. Feeling small in God’s expansive universe.
  • Watching the flames dance in a cozy fire.
  • Fluffy blankets on a cold night.
  • Reading books late into the night.
  • Babies sleeping–soft, trusting, innocent.
  • Lying in the grass searching for shapes in the clouds.
  • Crisp air and blazing trees in the fall.
  • The quiet and solitude after a fresh snowfall at night.
  • Windows with warm lights in them–home.
  • The haunting music of flutes.
  • Red nail polish on my toes–boldness, safely hidden.
  • The scent of pine in the Northern woods–wilderness untainted by man.
  • Wild thunderstorms–exhilaration, danger.
  • Trial and error. I like to learn by experience, messing up once and figuring something out on my own.
  • Pure, unrestricted, bubbling laughter that reaches the eyes.
  • Honesty and truth.
  • Purity of thought and action.
  • Trust– the elusive connection to others.
  • Psalm 139. It means I’m not alone, I never was and I never will be.

By Rochelle – Child survivor of WCG

 

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