On The Road to Reality…

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IMG_0066From where I have come is a question I ask myself often. Why am I here? What is my purpose, if not to live a life wrapped in true romantic love. It has taken me years to come to the realization that the path in which I have followed, is perhaps not going to lead me to where I dream of being…

Reality is like the devil in my world. Born Aquarius, I naturally look to the future. I live in a different world. I am a daydreamer, a night-dreamer and as far back as I can remember, I willingly escaped to the life my imagination created carefully in my head. I danced until dawn. I laughed until I cried. I kissed like it was goodbye. I loved with my heart and soul. I believed in true love and fairy tale romance. I lived it, inhaled it with every breath I took. My quest was simple…to capture ‘that’ feeling one gives you when you connect deeply through the windows of your soul. That look that makes you smile from a place so intimate your cheeks blush and skin heats from within.

I live in the clouds and spin my dream into interludes trying to capture a moment in time that makes my heart beat faster. The language of love. My imagination fulfills my romantic desires but I yearn for more than just those whimsical thoughts that floated by, way up high.

I have packed my bag lightly with a few belongings, mostly memories gone by, a leather bound notebook, a pencil to scribble my thoughts, a piece of jewelry I cherish and an old photograph that will remind me who I am. As I look around my space comes alive. My past flashes before my eyes like old movies playing on the projector in my mind.

I put my hand on the door in front of me feeling the energy that radiates behind it. This particular door will open when it’s ready. Until then I will stand close and feel its warmth pass through me. Like a child waiting to open a gift, the anticipation is overwhelming. For now, I will float among familiar ones that take me back to sift through the meanings that they brought forth to help create who I have become. Each one was placed in my path for a reason, a life lesson. You never know where a door will lead if you fear the unknown.

I sit on my cloud and contemplate what was and what will be. Each life experience or door I was courageous enough to venture through took part in making me who I am today as I pack my bag ready to come down from where I have called home since I was a child. It’s time.

I bow my head as I approach a new beginning with tears in my eyes of memories I hope never get lost in the shuffle of life. I savor each moment as I slowly reach forward and place my hand on the ornate worn knob. The moments I want to bring with me are safely placed at my side if I feel homesick, a familiar feeling as a child. There will always be a silver thread holding me to what I am not meant to let go.

The energy from behind the door waiting for me glows with a light so warm it almost feels like home. It distracts me from this moment like a future waiting to unfold.

So you see, I do know from where I’ve come. I need not know why I am here. My purpose is to be. True love is all around me. I will arrive when it is time. It is only now where I want to be in mind, body and spirit. I need not a daydream or fantasy in my life to feel full, reality can be as exciting as the world inside my mind.

Svaha ~

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Postcard Stories from Tara Cronica “To Dance”

My good friend Lawrence Thomas introduced me to ‘Postcard Stories’. He learned of them through his writers group. You are given three words and a 150 word limit to come up with a short postcard story. I mentioned to Lawrence that I would love to do one if he would give me three words. Lawrence gave me ‘Inspiration, Lyrical and Spiritual. Here is what I came up with. Jake and Bonnie if you would like to join in please feel free, it was a lot of fun! Thanks Lawrence!

Dedicated to my daughter Jordan.

To Dance  (150 word limit, spiritual, lyrical, inspiration)

The curtain opens, the auditorium is full, all eyes are upon me. I take a moment, breath slowly internalizing my strength. The music starts and I begin. I feel the vibrational energy move my body naturally as the rhythm and I become one. Each extension of hand and toe are strong, graceful, delicate. Lyrical dance is my personal expression, romantic, whimsical, almost spiritual. I am in a trance, unaware of my surrounding, enveloped by the moment. As the musical notes rise, I Grand Jeté across the stage to my finale. The music ends, a brief pause, the auditorium is filled with appreciation. I reconnect with the eyes that followed my every movement, as if it were their own. I see a room filled with inspiration. I bow my head and gently curtsy. Applause awakens me, I sit front row watching my daughter centre stage, reaping the rewards of her disciplines.

Good luck at Dance Jordan I will be sitting front row watching proudly while you dance like no ones watching ~

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