Dear Love,
Not to long ago, I had an ideal opportunity to teach my own poetry/spoken word class at a local art center. Ironically enough, I have not went through with it, yet…
Did I squander a perfect opportunity to expand my horizons or postpone the opportunity for a more suitable time? I ponder over questions like these often.
Cycling the Mulberry Bush
We live in a time where we rush to achieve this or that daily. We force ourselves to become unfulfilled masters of this skill and that field in an unattainable pursuit of success and happy. Along that fallibly daunting quest we find ourselves time and time again shifting gears or trying something new to gain fulfillment, but never or very rarely allowing ourselves the opportunity or chance to pursue our passions.
Frank and I speak of the latter regularly. You may have found yourself caught in a similar cycle of trying to make certain things happen whether in your career, marriage, faith, or so on. You push aside the tiny but mighty voice that keeps calling you to do or apply energy to the things you desire to see flourish in your life. After all, you must “adult” — you must focus on that which is “conventional”. How dare you stray off the path that cycles the imaginary Mulberry bush!
Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death
Yeah, no— I am not trying to die. That said, if I, you, or we do not choose liberation in this life, inadvertently we choose some form of death. In terms of this 1 am write, we choose the death of our passions and as a result the death of our authentic self long before our souls transition from the red road to the blue road.
Liberation for me is finally allowing myself to immerse myself in my writing once again. Being one with my pen and paper, both physical and virtual. This past three years have taught me many things, but the most valuable lesson has been one of moving when spirit moves you and knowing that spirit will always move you in alignment with your soul’s purpose and heart’s desires.
Spirit has moved me in and out of rooms, spaces, and positions like a pun in a Queen’s chess match. I have been uprooted from squares I fought hard to stand on and pushed off those I mistook for mine. Many times I have humbly and other times I begrudgingly maneuvered as needed when commanded. Right now, as I type the final lines, I can attest each move has elevated me in some brilliant, often unforeseen way and teleported me so much closer to opportunities and desires my soul has been seeking.
Source speed, always. Trust, you will know when spirit is moving you. Best of love to you, until next write,
<3 Egypt
P.S.
I released a collection of poetry. Have you read it? Get your copy from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Books-a-million.