Do you ever have a premonition that something beautiful is about to unfold?
Something truly marvelous?
Hold on tight, and come along for the ride.
Hold close to the promises pressed upon your spirit.
The Lord is going to do something truly great.
I can feel it.
I can sense it.
Hold on tight, it’s on the way.
You have no clue what’s headed your way.
I miss receiving letters in the mail.
As a young child and a teen, I wrote many…
It was so much fun to wait in anticipation for a letter to arrive,
to walk outside,
check the mail,
and find a handwritten letter waiting for me.
Getting to know someone through this form of art was more lasting than the communicative fashions of this day and age.
I wrote a myriad of people. From my best friend a few minutes away, to new friends on the opposite end of the country.
There were something about buying new stamps for this purpose, and looking at the ones on letters received that was exciting as well.
I try sometimes to write letters to those I care about…
Recently, I wrote one to my boyfriend, he only responded via text…
So not the point.
We are no longer together.
There is something about the written word that is incredibly thought out and holds more weight.
Writing letters is a form of art, and one that I wish was more in practice today.
Moments of musicality.
Paintings of artistry.
Waterfalls of sound.
Circles of amnesty.
Splashes of surprises.
Aromas of ingenious.
Scintillating breath and a weaving of colors.
The end result commencing in a brilliancy of a prism,
the tapestry of your life.
Sometimes, I look at my face and see freckles, and sometimes I see constellations beginning to form.
Sometimes, I am able to get a lot accomplished, and other days not so much.
My ballet teacher once told me, “Every day do your best, but on some days your best will not be as much as on other days, and that’s okay.”
There’s a big, wide world out there that needs your gifts.
You need others in order for your dreams to come true.
A work of art without anything to appreciate is still beautiful, but it does not have the same impact.
Music means so much to the person playing it, but when one is able to share it, it breathes new life.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
I feel a connection to you…
Is it only a memory?
Or a reach across the miles?
I see you in my mind’s eye.
Almost a dream of time gone past.
The present is not our destiny…
and neither was the past.
I want you to dream big.
Grasp your destiny.
When the time is right,
mayhap our lives will become entwined.
Till then, adieu!
Drip, drop, goes the sound of water outside my door.
Tick, tock, the sound of time that is passing.
Thump, thump, my heart keeps beating.
Hip, hop, keeping close the imagination within.
Knock, knock, the feel of another’s heart connecting with mine.
Ric, rac, don’t go giving up on me yet.