Saturday, August 21, 2010
The story of my life stalks me. It begs me to write it, breathe it, feel it, move with it. It gives birth to images-daydreams of my being. My essence moves in the space of silence. Its creator me. Its music plays in my heart- a kaleidoscope of emotions from recklessness to passion shadow me. I can not measure its degree. They take hold of me and keep me captive. They wait til I pick up the pen and then they release their fury.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
As I shred my self to pieces- to the core of who I am. I find strength and an image of a woman unknown to me. One by one my barriers crumble. My confidence pulls me into a new direction. I am enlightened. My life experiences speak to me in a new light. A reflection in the mirror of the part of me hidden from view. I marvel at her grace and attitude. She is me waiting to be born.