Following My Heart Song
I
am in the middle of following my dreams and honoring my heart song. I have this need to express myself through words and share my soul...it builds me up and keeps me whole, if that makes any sense. It keeps me from falling like sand through clenched fingers.
I've always wanted to write - not especially for a living, but somehow I needed to write for my soul. I needed to write for my soul, which at times I felt like it was being highjacked by life in a huge metropolis. I dreamed of trading in the hectic pace of big city life for a writing room and tranquility in more serene surroundings.
Like with many, things fear and being practical about what was possible kept me from doing just that. But the time was right to follow that dream when I met my husband, whose calm world I envied and wanted to to submerge myself into.
Today, I live nestled in the mountains of a small town with a writing room that's my sacred place. With the support of my husband, who understands that the creative part of me is essential to the whole of me, I am almost exactly where I want to be. These days I feel a quiet change that I am not sure that I can put my finger on, but the words seem to flow more freely. I am different - more focused, happier - working part-time, and connecting with women, following my passion for writing.
At the end of my old life in the big city - as I battled the traffic, taking the subway and buses for the two hour commute - I realized that it was like having my life and dreams highjacked. While my life was being highjacked and my soul stiffled, I would write in my head, pounding away madly at words that were suspended in my mind - with no place to soar and carry me into my life. I thought about writing every moment of the day knowing that "Writing was as necessary as my breathing - and as long as I write all seems to be right with the universe."
How many of you have uttered those very words or words close to it about your dreams as you teteered on the edge of a world or life that seems to have highjacked your dreams?
Copyright 2008 © Dawn Prince. Not to be reprinted without expressed permission.
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