One of my favorite songs, the lyrics is very beautiful and blows my mind away.
Close your eyes and listen to the song and let the colors of the wind blow you away to a place where you feel grounded, a place where you can find yourself and be it. Stay there for a while, get stronger, get more emotional, get happier and feel the place that's around you this present moment. Get one with it. 
When you can see and paint all the colors of the wind clearly, and whenever your ready, bring it back to your everyday life. Open up your eyes with your heart. Let you be you, be the person you are. Live your life through your own heart not through anyone els eyes. 

If you ever start loosing it, get back to that place, your place and bring it back.
Your stronger than you think.

- Love G



Colors of the wind - Pocahontas 

You think I'm just an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends

How high will a sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind