Through the Window of the Past: There Be Dragons Here

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Through the Window of the Past: There Be Dragons Here

2/23/2016

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From my old journal:

1 November 2013

Funny how I dream of sharks, but wake and think of dragons. I used to believe I needed to slay my dragons (those dark, scary things that lurk inside of us and threaten to rip us apart from the inside, out) but I've changed my mind. I can see in my mind "little Me" standing in front of all these big, monstrous dragons and petting their big, fiery noses, kissing their leathery, bumpy skin and coaxing them to come play with me, to teach me how to fly!

When my mother died, a friend of mine sent me a book called "Conversations With God" and I was amazed, by the time I got around to reading it, just how many of the messages in Book 1 resonated with me. Thinking of my dragons reminded me of a passage in book one that I'd highlighted long ago. I smile as I pull the book (a little dusty now, The Fairy Godmother is fired) and open up to the exact place I was thinking of...and place God's message to me here with my dragons:

"--every single free choice you ever undertake arises out of one of the only two possible thoughts there are: a thought of love or a thought of fear. Fear is the energy which contracts, closes down, draws in, runs, hides, hoards, harms. Love is the energy which expands, opens up, sends out, stays, reveals, shares, heals. Fear wraps our body in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. Fear clings to and clutches all that we have, love gives all that we have away. Fear holds close, love holds dear. Fear grasps, love lets go. Fear rankles, love soothes. Fear attacks, love amends. Every human thought, word, or deed is based in one emotion or the other. You have no choice about this because there is nothing else from which to choose. But you have free choice about which of these to select...Yet I teach you this: when you choose the action love sponsors, then will you do more than survive, then will you do more than win, then will you do more than succeed. Then will you experience the full glory of Who You Really Are, and who you can be." (Conversations With God, book 1 by Neale Donald Walsch...pp.18-19)-------my copy is hilarious...highlighted, written all inside (questions and comments as I read) and with little post-its sticking out all over the place.

Come play with me, my Dragons...

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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