The pathway of a writer, singer, songwriter, artist, entrepreneur, anything out of a comfort zone or realm can be like a roller-coaster. Just when you think a corner turns, the next best thing, the opportunity is there at times it simply vanishes. Life in a sense can be that way. A ride at times that we choose to be part of a ride that at times is given to us. It is the will and our persistence that determines where we head to next. It is also through mentors and others that we learn and manage to summon the courage to continue. I am thankful for all those in my life who have in some form or another helped me in that journey. I am humbled by the opportunities and words of encouragement, at times from places I never expected or thought I would deserve. I can learn from those who were born into success and struggle to form their own identity. The bar is set for them, and to surpass that bar, I can only summon can be a victory in a sense. Forgiveness is freedom. It does not diminish facts, it only diminishes the value of the same and gives room to opportunity and forward thinking. Learning from those who have been there and done that to me is a blessing. I have a long way to go. Humanity to me is freedom. It allows me to believe in the things that have always been important to me. The journey of a writer a journey indeed.

If a word carries weight
does the weight carry words?
if the words are an ounce
do they turn into pounds?
If they become heavy
Do they remain steady?
If a letter we choose
Do we have something to loose?
If it comes from the heart
Will it tear fall apart?
If we remain silent
Dose it end all the violence?
In a phrase revolution
why not more evolution?
It is the choice that we make
the question the answer
the answer the question
It’s not hard to see
To choose to be free
is to choose to believe
A life to be seen

Positive then, is not an impossible theme.

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

Once upon a time, a coworker told me she wanted to see the sexy, beautiful, confident, smart woman she knew and not the person I had become when I lost my voice.  She had a dream of me been happy and gave me a quote I keep by my window, to be happy.  Not alone, but thanks to those that have encouraged and supported me and my will to live.  If I had her in front of me I would hug her and tell her.   

She’s coming back one step at a time. 

Writing a journey indeed.

The ink of a pen
what does it mend
the journey of steps
weight lifting up reps
the paper a writer
a verse travels higher
a note for a mile
or a vagabond’s trial
the ink of a pen
what does it mend
the water that flows
a child that grows
the woman with curves
for goodness it lures
or somebody’s mother
stand still and it rather
the ink of a pen
what does it mend
as the city will sleep
and she works hard to keep
the thought in a verse
the sight of some more
to wake and be honored
by the presence inspired
the ink of a pen
what does it mend
at times it may bend
but the ink of a pen
is a line that soon mends
Today more educational reading, the more I become brave in finding my voice the more I learn from others. It is not until at times we have the courage to speak that we find answers, in my case it has been that way. It is not until we stop the fear within us of making one more mistake that we dare take a step. To me, writing is more then words. Is a form of expression, is freedom, potential life, my children’s future, my voice. Today, working, thankful for that, I can start to save money to eventually publish. It is my first day of orientation, how nerve wrecking the first for everything is, first impression, first words, don’t say the wrong thing, don’t trip and fall, don’t spill your drink on yourself while others are talking, and the most important because I need to go, don’t be late. 🙂

Once upon a time, I found myself without a voice, I saw a Shania Twain documentary, n let’s set the record straight, she’s awesome n I’m by far not Shania, I wish, but either way, when I saw that she had lost her voice a while back, back then I thought to myself, how can that be? Then one day, years later, it happened to me. Life changes, things happen you never thought possible n the wrong vibe can loose a voice. It was through writing, music, art, 2 kids, n noticing the support of others, that slowly but surely I found myself. I had to forgive n forget to find me. In this quest of redefinition I wrote a book, poetry,music, and learned to LIVE. I am new to blogging, writing, twitter. My book is in the draft stages at this time. I learned the word Indie in twitter n the more I interacted the more I learned. My Blog, a quest to share and celebrate life, passion, and the journey of an amateur writer, with its ups and downs. A journey perhaps others have taken, however new to me. Today, to be honest, I’m excited to have at least had the courage to type my first Blog. So hurray for me!!!! From Draft To Published. The Journey Begins!!!!!