“Oh soul,you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
This pretty much summarizes who I am and what I am searching for.
I am a traveler in space, searching for the truth, the truth about everything, in a world full of chaos and clutter.
“Welcome to My Journey”
Communication has always been an art form that fascinated me.
It takes great character, immense intelligence and talent to create a word in its true meaning. A “word” can tell you a lot about the speaker, his/her beliefs, ideologies and even personality. It is in the choice of words that people can distinguish themselves, they can inspire you, they can intrigue you, they can spellbound you or they can even disinterest you.
With words you can color, paint, narrate, make music, design and do much more. Words can be expressed in so many ways. Words are the most powerful gift we have been offered. Words can be spoken and unspoken, heard and unheard, they can be seen and they can be unseen. As soon as one hears, sees or even feels a word it triggers imagery in his/her mind and so it paints a picture of what the speaker is saying and if you are more of a spiritual person you can even go all the way to decode the intention of the speaker.
My story with words began as soon as I could start writing, and this is how it blossomed:
This year started with an unpleasant note, however, being the self driven person that I am, I decided to find a place to heal..I tried all sorts of techniques until I realized that I had an old WordPress account that needed some revamp. I look at my old account and add some passionate touches to make it more appealing, fortunately as time was my alibi, I felt a stronger desire to start writing again and it all began with the word…
I am a firm believer in energy and I do believe that words have an energy of their own so taking this belief as my starting point, I began writing and writing and writing, I couldn’t stop, I loved every bit of it, and didn’t want my thoughts to end and didn’t want my posts to finish. The best thing that happened to me this year so far, other than me passing my digital marketing postgraduate diploma assignment, is that my theory was proven to be correct, words are energy and what you write will echo in the universe and bring you the answers that your soul desires.
Today, I am happily surrounded by artists, poets, authors, writers, bloggers, designers, thought leaders, and many more charismatic and genuine minds, whose choice of words don’t cease to amaze and fascinate me; I cry with them, I laugh with them, I share their passions and their beliefs, I see beauty through their eyes, I travel the world with them, I learn about new cultures, I sail the oceans and the magical seas, I spread my wings and fly, I enjoy humanity with the words they so humbly share with me.
Now if you ask me what’s in a word? my answer will be: It is all that empowers my world.
Even a gypsy soul wants a place to call home.
Where is home?
It’s a place that I would call my own
It’s a place where I can run free
It’s a place I want to be
It’s a place filled with peace
It’s not shallow, it’s not dark
It’s a space, colored with Love
It’s a place so wonderful, so warm
It’s a place so honest, and so me…
It’s a place that constantly manifests the truth..
My home is the universe for I am a roaming gypsy soul destined to keep traveling, seeking and learning and enjoying every bit of my journey…
I woke up this morning with an image in my head of charming, colorful, shimmering crystals piled up in a bucket. I tried to understand what it meant and then realized it must have something to do with my gypsy soul and I think it probably is a sign. Recently I have been getting flashes of vision that trigger the writer in me and to be honest writing and appreciation of literature and media runs in my family, and I am proud to say that 7 members of my immediate family carry this “gene” in their DNA; some have even published books others have gone all the way to Cannes. So this mystery of loving to write is solved.
Now what is it with the gems and the crystals? They are so real that I just want to touch them and enjoy their beauty in my hands.
I have always had a passion for colors, art, beauty and eccentricity, to the extent that I often get so carried away in my mind, and drift into another dimension, where my world is filled only with beauty and golden butterflies that drop golden dust every time they flap their wings.
I am longing to hold those beautiful crystals in my hand, they are so charming that I can even feel the red ones releasing smells of roses;
the white feel like I am in a field filled with daisies;
the green smell of fresh grass after the rain has stopped;
the purple smell of lavenders which are my favorite, the turquoise and blue make me feel the mist on my face and the desire to touch the sky.
Now I know. My dream was a vision of LOVE. My Love for nature, and for the earth, the breathing, living earth, and the wonders that it brings to our life.
What a sublime journey I was taken to today!