Wow. To sit down and write feels like the scariest task I’ve faced, anddd that’s not true. What’s true to me isn’t true to you, nor is to true to, everyone. Each person has an entirely different story than our own.
Last I wrote, I purposefully selected the aspects of my life that I wanted to captivate. Everything I do is with my heart, so I put my, “pen to paper.” Essentially, my life is kinda crazy, so, if you call me crazy, I might mind. I’m complicated, moving on.
Life hit me like a massive ship of bricks. Weeks ago.
I digress.. Anyways, I need to write out what these last few months have been feeling, looking, and casting like … using metaphors. Bear with me.
I met many, many, beautiful humans, that have inspired me in ways I don’t even have words for just yet. Two amazing women in particular, that graciously walked along side me, in very cold weather, and a icy/hot me. I found one individual, that had lost consciousness for an unknown period of time, and once they regained consciousness, I felt different. Pause. I saved a life. Little me would be so proud. … still weeks ago.
We felt each other’s love. I didn’t ever think I’d be in such a place, when I was faced with an enormous amount of fear. Yet, there I was face to face. Taking the challenge as it came to me.
Imagine if we all felt that fresh when seeing another person’s eyes up close. Even moments after love lost, stolen, broken, or impatient(..the list goes on) we could feel love, we could see it, we could breathe it, paint it, whatever, as long as we did it with love.
I imagine it would be quite captivating and loving.
Check back soon.
Natalie
