Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Dream Baby, Dream..
Well, I wasn't going to share this yet. But, all the signs and affirmations are here. I was afraid to. What was the fear about....someone stealing my idea.....yeah, maybe. Someone judging me and not agreeing with me. Well, this is my story. I am ready to tell it. It is MY life......MY dream.......it is MY story and if I can do that thoughtfully without hurting anyone......that is my plan. I really need to write as much as I can from MY heart. This is about the little light inside of you that you are born with. When I went to Catholic school they told us we (everyone of us had it in us). I was told this when I was so young the visual picture was a box and everytime you sinned the box would get a black spot and the idea was to go through life with your box as clean as possible. This box was your soul. I have been living for 50 years now and thankfully I don't take things so literal anymore. But, I have a soul and each day I try to forget my sins and go on. I try to find the inner light and keep it shining. Not, that is easy to do all the time. When I find a video like the one above my soul is soothed and spoken to. Visually I relate to the bench which line the boardwalks of Spring Lake, where I was born and raised. Belmar, where I worked in a restaurant for nine years and learned the best work ethic anyone could ask for. Manasquan, where I have spent all of my married years raising my twins until this year. But, Manasquan also holds a bench dedicated to my father in law and one for Glen who were volunteer firemen for many years. Glen is still a fireman in Manasquan and Ian is following in their footsteps. I am writing my story which in the end is our story. Welcome to my world.