I have just returned from my short break from all social media,absolutely inspired and pregnant with message from the ocean and the sky. I feel eager to write and sahre with you all, yet I am feeling uninspired to go through the process of making if into a post immediarely. As if i want to steep in the experience a bit more and have the juices of the interaction with the ocean flow though my veins as if all mine.The message to become party of my being.I can’t wait to get past this stage,before this deliciousness set in.I am giving myself permission to indulge in this space for a bit more.
I do want to have this following conversation with you.it took me tremendous courage to begin sharing them publicly, as if baring my soul naked to be judged or accepted. I needed the kind approval from a trusted friend and sometimes my husband to hold my hand while I hit publish with the order. My heart raced a thousand miles an hour before the first like, the first kind comment came in, as a seal of approval for my eligibility to continue being whatever I was in this world of existence.
How I became a writer is sort of an astonishing accident to me. I remember where I was and exactly the moment some words came to me and I was ‘forced”to have those words typed.What came as completed looked like a poem to me. I was thrilled and absolutely scared at the same time. And more came and one more came. I was terrifiend. I sent them one by one to trusted friends, asked them if the words meant anything to them. I was so accustomed to living the surface level life (read turmoil) that this expression from the depth of my being felt alien
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