"Just Asking?"

                              At eight years old, the radiance, the aesthetic beauty of words came alive in my emotional realm. In the third grade, my perception of power and strength only comes from words derivative of their context. I am always akin to words beautifully written and extemporaneously delivered. The very first manifesto that catapulted me to the love for writing was my dad's loving perception of me in his diary; robust, healthy-looking, beautiful baby girl . How enthralled he was by my baby chuckles and everything about me that had brought him joy. My father saw in my eyes that they are the most expressive members of me. He was very witty to have said that about me as  a child. Because I really do have lens that sees a silver lining in every chapter of my life. And somehow in the catalyst of his dream for me to remain a kindred spirit is my life's link to loving without props--just an inspiration that I am bestowed with the affinity of words that connect me to the Creator of the Alpha & the Omega.

Had I ever indulged myself with constant excuses to achieve greater, better and newer dreams? Absolutely. From time to time...not just periodically. Excuses like ,"I feel too much therefore I can't get totally focused,"I need to go on Sabbatical vacation in order to write cohesively and get hooked to a network of readers or followers or the most infamous one which is, "I'm not inspired to write and needing someone to fill the gaps..." and many more excuses which I think they're getting ancient even to my brain cells.

I do believe that I should let go hanging to those old ideas that once were beneficial."Ideals" that have kept me "from achieving the complete fulfillment of my dream. " and that includes people I've loved so dearly and had given them access to my lofty craft but they never had become what I want them in my life. They were just "spectators" afraid to sail and journey with me. That's the "unhealed aspect" of my dream---that they failed my expectations. So, then here I am writing vicariously and unashamed of what my words could take you. Precisely...

I just have to fight for my Divine inheritance...that higher level of awareness, consciousness and God's aligned wishes and desires for my life. Take heart!

As always, thanks for reading with your heart on the line...

Till tomorrow...