Before I get to my big news, I would like to thank AdroitJewelers on etsy for making my leaf pendant part of this wonderful treasury. She picked some very stunning leaf designs and added me to the collection! I am honored to be part of her picks. She has some very pretty items in her shop, including a leaf listing of her own.
|Simple Silver Leaf Earrings by AdroitJewelers|
Now on to my big news ....
When I was younger, I used to write poetry. Prior to putting my pen to paper or fingers to a keyboard, I always felt like there were tiny bubbles inside of me that were waiting to be released. I stopped writing poems, and for the past eight years I have been accumulating more and more bubbles. They just keep multiplying, yet I haven't felt like writing a poem and giving myself a much needed release. But lately, my fingers have been tingling and my head swimming in an overwhelming fog of bubbles.
I was feeling especially anxious this morning and a touch on the angry side. I am certainly no bear, so I was not sure what was happening. I couldn't find my pocketbook as I was trying to get out the door and my anger began to escalate. My heart was racing, my vision began to blur and my head felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. I quickly recognized that this is not like me. What was happening to me? I sat on the edge of my bed for a minute and started asking myself why I was feeling like this. (Sigh) I know what is going on in my life and what has been going on. Unfortunately, I have been trapped in a situation I have no control over. I often feel like windshield wipers in a blizzard, constantly trying to keep my mind pure and happy when there is nothing I can do to completely eliminate the issue that has been one huge ongoing obstacle to my happiness. The feeling of being powerless is continuous. While sitting on the side of my bed, I recalled the location of my pocketbook. When I stood up to get it, a notion quickly entered my mind and I knew what it is that I am to do. I believe the reason for that I haven't written poetry in years, is because what I have growing inside is me greater than poetry. My first novel is about to flow from my fingertips and release me from my emotional prison. When it is done, I will be wearing a sly grin and finally feel like I have my power back.