Twenty-One - A Place to Begin - F - My Sacred Place
6/13/2014
Getting back to
finally let go and begin.
I have come full
circle; my words and my thoughts from me to the world, I let go and jump. My poems and my paintings slowly descend
into that wondrous place for all to see.
I have found my sacred place.
I stand naked and nude in the grand square of humanity and I hope that
somewhere in the madness of my letters you shall find your own words and begin
your journey, to share and to remember.
I have come from a place so far from where I began. My life has been a journey. Everyday I look in the mirror and I know that I am the most beautiful girl in the world.
Life is a
gift. It is a journey and whatever
the joy, the pain or hardship it is a journey worth taking. Everyone comes from a sacred
place. We all begin in a wondrous
moment of perfect silence of perfect bliss.
So the thing is,
life is not easy and it is not neat or simple or perfect; it’s complicated. Moments are not perfect and
parents are only human. There is
no best time to begin that grand adventure; the journey to find your joy.
For as long as I can remember I have poured my soul out onto paper; I have written to surpass the lowest of moments and to revel in the most extraordinary adventures. And what I have learned, what I know is - Your dreams are only as good as the journey you take them on.
For as long as I can remember I have poured my soul out onto paper; I have written to surpass the lowest of moments and to revel in the most extraordinary adventures. And what I have learned, what I know is - Your dreams are only as good as the journey you take them on.
Sometimes that sacred
place seems so far away that it’s impossible to find your way back. But when
you do, when you take that leap of faith and find your road, when you reclaim
your childhood you begin a new journey, a better journey, your journey. It is never to late to reach back and
pull it into your heart; to hold it, love it and protect it and then to take it
on a new journey. To remember and
start again is to live a thousand dreams.
In so many ways for
so many reasons to write is an act of blissful madness. You put your words into a seemingly
meaningful sequence of thoughts, of prose, of poetry in the grand hope of
sharing some emotion and there you stand naked in front of the world to be
judged. If you are lucky, one shared glance, and you will hear the music and
dance. This is my act of blissful madness, dancing in the light of this wonderful life of motherhood and me.
The paint speaks…
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