Disheartened by how mundane my surroundings have become, a voice spoke out to me, a “beautiful spirit” with immense artfulness. I was captivated by ones personal growth, ones room for freedom to evolve, and learning how to take each lesson from life as an experience to discipline the mind. It was then I felt the major loss of my writing, the freedom of expression and the openness it brought me.
Feed the seed and make it bloom into the most beautiful rose…
I was reunited with my creativity.
This subtle reminder was just what I needed to lift myself out of my caged mind and start pursuing my interests, and the contentment it once embraced me with. Now, I’m reconstructing my thought process and working through the obstacles that once stood in my way. I’ve become more functional and my mind has awakened to new landscapes. This time I’m coursing through the emotional tides, and feel so in love with the inspiration it’s gifting me.
I’m quite the contrary; I’m a lover of independence, Mother Nature, the arts and find humour in simplicity. And whatever chance I have to get in touch with myself, I am meditating religiously and satisfying my curiosity. I’m eager to learn new things and explore life daringly…
I search for her once again. A kindred spirit in the wilderness, somewhere by the trees and touching the sky. Eloping with the sun and bathing in the dreams. Now, when I tune into my most intimate conception of nature, whether it’s through writing, drawing or music, I hope to find balance in the beauty of life, love and the desire that burns deep within me.
For the sake of my inner being and her words that once set upon my lips I repeat, “she’s my impulsive nature and together we fit like hand in glove.”