Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

When I write, I find myself, again and again. 
It's like meeting the deepest and truest part of me, and each time feels like the first time. 
I sit down, pen in hand, close my eyes momentarily, and there I am. 
Transported. 

..... 

I see this deep part and piece of me, sitting at a coffee table on the beach next to the ocean. She's writing with a golden quill, dipping it in ink and scribbling across a parchment scroll.... sun glowing, illuminating that spark in her eyes, and a simple smile strewn across her face. 

Her eyes peer up to meet this familiar stranger - this neighbour, this lover and friend. Recognition pours forth from her face; peaceful and loving. 

It's like she called me, just picked up the telephone and somehow through time and space, I heard it ring. I answered her call, and welcomed that old familiar voice right into my heart. 

This deepest part of me, has been patiently waiting, my entire lifetime, to pick up the phone, the pen, the call.... and listen. 

"What's kept you so long? I've been here your whole life, waiting," she says, without an inch of blame.... only love, only a question. 

"I didn't know," I reply. "I didn't hear your call, amidst the loneliness, the sadness, the to-do lists, the push and pull of life.... your invitation became lost to me. Just another drop in the sea of life. But I'm here now. I'm so happy that you didn't stop calling."

She gets up to hug me, and with this hug begins the relationship I've always been searching for. 

"Let's get to work then," she states, as if there's nothing else we could possibly do. "The world has been waiting for you. Let's not keep them waiting as well."

And so we sit, and thus begins the conversation that will forever change my life. 

..... 

Heart full, fingers ready, mind open and peaceful, yet alert, I am ready to accept what I have come here to do. 

Today is a great day to start.... the rest of my life.