Aren't writers like the doves, restricted, until they accomplish their task to write and spread the word they wish to? Would you fly with a new mission this year?
The past year brought about another kind of enlightenment. I am sure it wasn't only to me but to you as well.
There is beauty when there are no restrictions. Like the birds who have no worry, they fly free up in the air, we have our own wings to spread and to fly just the same, if only...
What kind of wings would you like to spread so you can fly? Would it be as the doves do, with a message attached to their feet, flying with a mission - to deliver their purpose and gain redemption to freedom? Or how else would they be free of their master's grasp, his grip on their feet chaining the bird until his task is done?
Aren't writers like the doves, restricted, until they accomplish their task to write and spread the message they wish to?
I learned much as a writer. However, the books I have written painstakingly have fallen into the hands of those who wish to squash my will to survive as a writer. Unless I pay for my books to be read, and even then, the meticulously written books are drowned out before they make the impact they deserve. Of course, some love them, and I adore them in return. The books have touched them in some way. These readers take away the sting of those with nothing good to say about my writing. I have been ridiculed as an author and so have my books.
But then, I did overcome the travails of a writer. I live with the courage and strength I get through my faith. My faith teaches me to be resilient, believe in the goodness of being and love everything that makes life beautiful. I write as if I am part of all things good and beautiful; if at least, to partake in imagination and creativity and hide from the harsh realities of life.
The books I write are meant to inspire, they talk of peace and clarity, and the real struggles one faces in life.
There is that certain beauty that can't be feigned or realized without an explanation, and the minds of my readers I fill with imagery, fun, laughter, awe, illusion, fantasy and the intricacy of surviving the downside of life and love. Nature has a big influence on my life ekphrastically.
I am led by a higher hand when I write, though I don't write scriptures or quote them. I write stories to create adulation for beauty, love, nature and life. I pray every day since I realized how powerful prayers have a part in my life, especially when subjected to numerous persecutions, tortures and strains. It is an abomination to reduce a writer to nothing. Who else but a writer writes the stories you love to read? Who else is gifted with the immense task of talking through their words and indeed making them universal?
The past year was a revelation. As a writer, I learned to be stronger than ever to address uncalled-for criticisms.
Here are a few pictures to share with you:
I was happy that I placed a Christmas gift under the tree in church on the 3rd Sunday of Advent. It was a gift to Ruth and she wanted it gifted to a child. Everyone left a message on the branches, and I left a book. I hope the child who gets the gift is happy with it.
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| I wrote this message on the gift card: To a child who loves to read, Merry Christmas!! Love, Ruth & Family (I was a child who loved to read) Marissa finished her Master's in Law and moved back home with Tobie. They are an amazing duo. Made me so happy! I missed her terribly when she was away.  Sasha & Family were down for a holiday. I had the most amazing time with them, especially, Aarav. |
A holiday to remember!