I’ve Waited 45 years To Open My Mouth.
And to move my pen.
At the promising prospect of my being able to actually fulfill my life’s purpose of writing for a living, of writing in general…something is happening in my spirit, in my mind, even in the biophysical nature and function of my very body.
Knowledge, confidence, brazen readiness burst to the forefront to take on what my soul knows as a mission and much more than a hobby.
There is change brewing, change occurring within me to bring about the changes to be made in the universe, in people, in perspective, to unearth well hidden truths, to release forces that have been downtrodden and put out of sight and to bring restoration, life and power to me, yes, but much more importantly to the individual and to the masses,..to give a foundation, strength, direction and an appreciation of simplicity and the purity of true beauty with the provocative written word.
And so, as I exhume and refoot a path that began at and then diverted at age 5, I plan the execution of my dreams and my actual self’s expression with newfound vigor for life and the enamour of humanity’s story in the Wholeness of life.
I just really look forward to doing what I love to do. I just really look forward to being me. I just really look forward to love being me while I love what I am doing and what I was put here to do: to make a positive difference with words as only one person in their own experience and perspective can offer.
I suppose, then that a 45 year hiatus, while life swirled and failed and succeeded around me,…fell and crawled and cried and laughed and grew and deteriorated and bloomed around me, will probably serve this mission well.
Cheerio, readers. I so look forward to influencing and loving you through my literary expressions.